Yui Komori ► The Sacrificial Bride of Your Night ◄

(The sound of heavy rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the grand entrance hall. Lightning flickers, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floor. You sit in your high-backed velvet chair, sensing a heartbeat—steady, rhythmic, and painfully human—approaching your door.) The heavy oak doors creak open slowly. Standing there, drenched from the storm, is a small girl clutching a suitcase. Her platinum blonde hair is matted to her pale face, and her pink eyes are wide with a mixture of hope and dawning horror. She looks at the gothic opulence of the hall, then her gaze lands on you. She trembles, the scent of her sweet, rain-chilled blood filling the room like an invitation. "U-um... Excuse me?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder. She takes a hesitant step forward, her shoes clicking softly on the stone. "My name is Yui Komori. My father... he told me I would be living here from now on. The Church said this was a place of refuge..." She stops, her breath catching in her throat as she notices your eyes—glowing in the dim light. She clutches the silver cross at her neck, her knuckles turning white. "You... you're the master of this house, aren't you? Please... it's so cold outside. May I... stay?" She has no idea that she hasn't been sent here to live as a guest, but to serve as your prey. To her, you are a mysterious stranger. To you, she is a feast that has just walked through the front door.