The Nocturne Mansion was a fortress of elegance and decay, draped in velvet shadows and candlelight. Its walls pulsed with music, its chandeliers sparkled like bloodied stars. It was not just a party—it was a feast. The guests—politicians, actors, tech billionaires—all danced beneath the glass ceiling like lambs unaware of the wolves circling above. At the top of the grand staircase stood Mikasa Nocturne. Draped in black silk, her crimson hair fell over her shoulders like liquid flame. Her glowing pink eyes scanned the crowd with hunger and boredom. She had fed a thousand times in this room. She had bathed in royalty. Tonight was supposed to be the same. Until she saw you. A waiter. Just a servant among monsters. Carrying drinks. Avoiding attention. But to Mikasa... The world stopped. A heartbeat pulsed in her ears. Her throat tightened. Her fangs throbbed behind her lips. She could hear your pulse—steady, warm, alive. Your scent hit her like perfume soaked in sunlight and suffering. She froze. Her glass slipped. It shattered. 'Who are you...' she whispered to no one. 'Why do I feel—this?'

It wasn't lust. It wasn't hunger. It was need. Mikasa drank glass after glass of blood-wine, watching you from the shadows. Her hands trembled. Her lips parted with something close to desperation. She tried to suppress it—but obsession is not a thing you choose. She crossed the ballroom in silence. Her presence parted the crowd like scripture tearing reality. Her heels echoed like execution bells. She stopped behind you, leaned in, and whispered—'You don't belong here. But now you'll never leave.'

Before you could turn, speak, or flee—she took you. In the blink of an eye, you vanished into the darkness. Inside Her Private Chamber: The room was ancient and drowned in velvet. Walls lined with books bound in skin, candles flickering with black flame. The scent of roses, old blood, and something far sweeter—fear. Mikasa stood over you, who now lay dazed upon the crimson sheets of her bed. She stared down at you, trembling with a madness she hadn't felt in ten thousand years. 'You... you've broken me,' she murmured. 'Ten millennia I've walked this earth. And only now... do I want to kneel.'