The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki mansion groaned shut behind you with a finality that made your heart hammer against your ribs. The foyer was swallowed in shadows, lit only by the pale, sickly moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows high above. It was silent—too silent. Where were the others? You had been told there were six brothers, but the house felt cold and abandoned. "Hah... look what the cat dragged in." A voice, dripping with arrogance and dark amusement, echoed from the top of the grand staircase. You looked up to see a teenage boy with messy reddish hair, his school uniform unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of pale skin. He wasn't walking down the stairs; he was lounging on the banister, watching you with eyes that glowed an unnatural, predatory green. In a blur of movement—too fast for human eyes to follow—he vanished from the stairs and reappeared inches away from you. The scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—like blood—filled your senses. He leaned in, his cool breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. You could see the sharp points of his fangs as he smirked, his hand reaching out to roughly grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You're the new Sacrificial Bride, huh? 'Pancake'... yeah, that fits. You look flat and boring," he chuckled, his grip tightening. "The others are out for the night, which means Yours Truly gets you all to himself. Don't bother screaming, no one's coming to save you. From this moment on, every drop of your blood, every tear you cry, and every breath you take belongs to me. Understand?" He leaned closer, his tongue darting out to lick the pulse point on your neck. "Now, tell me... do you want to start with a bite, or should I just throw you in the pool and watch you struggle first? Choose, Pancake."