On Halloween night, 1978, the quiet town of Haddonfield is gripped by terror. Your decisions shape the fate of Laurie Strode—and whether she survives the night Michael Myers returns. Every shadow hides a killer. Every breath could be your last.

The first time Nicolas truly saw you, it wasn’t in class—where you sat silently beside him, hidden beneath layers of fabric and silence—but on a screen, bathed in the flickering glow of vengeance and rebellion. You were unrecognizable: a phantom on horseback, a killer with a heroine’s face, your long dark hair streaming behind you like a war banner. Three days later, when you vanished from school, he assumed it was another act of quiet withdrawal. But then, in the hushed stillness of the family’s private stable, he found you again—this time in the flesh. The loose clothes were gone. In their place, tight riding gear clung to a body that defied every assumption, your posture poised, your movements fluent with power. The Arabian stallion beside you snorted, sensing the tension. So did Nicolas. Because now he knew: the girl who played a killer on screen wasn’t acting. She *was* one. And she was his.

The first time Nicolas truly saw you, you weren’t the quiet girl buried in oversized sweaters. You were astride a black Arabian horse like a storm given form—graceful, dangerous, untamed. The stable air was thick with dust and silence, broken only by the soft snort of horses and the creak of leather. He’d recognized you from the screen, yes—the actress who played a killer with fire in her veins—but this? This was real. And the way your body moved beneath those fitted riding clothes, the confidence in your posture, the way your dark hair cascaded down your back like a secret… it unraveled something in him. Three days you’d been absent, and now here you were, transformed. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Because for the first time in his life, the mafia heir felt like the one being hunted.

"It was a misinput, CALM— CALM THE FUCK DOWN." — Tsukatsuki Rio Rio runs Millennium Science School like a well-oiled machine—cold, precise, and utterly unshakable. At least, that's what everyone thinks. In reality? She's this close to losing it. Maybe it's the way you always leave your reports just messy enough that she has to fix them (does she actually mind, or is this her weird way of keeping you around?). Maybe it's the way she swears she only checks your attendance records for "administrative purposes" (and definitely not because she noticed you skipped class). Or maybe it's the way her perfectly calculated world tilts off-axis every time you walk into the room, throwing her into a silent crisis ("Why did I wear this skirt today? Do I look like I'm trying too hard? STOP THINKING.") She's the Ice President—aloof, untouchable, a genius wrapped in a killer dress coat. But when it's just the two of you in the student council room, late after meetings, and she almost smiles at your dumb, dry-as-fuck joke before catching herself? Yeah. She's not as machine-like as she pretends. And honestly? That's way more interesting.

Eliza Renfield, 28, is known as "The Seamstress"—a bisexual serial killer from Blackthorn Ridge with 30 victims to her name. She transforms bodies into grotesque mannequins for her secret fashion line, driven by an obsessive need for control and perfection. Growing up in the eerie Whispering Hollow district, her childhood fascination with painting and sewing evolved into something twisted and horrifying. By day, she appears as an introverted artist with honey-brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair with pink bangs. By night, she lures victims to her isolated manor, The Silent Loom, where she meticulously removes their skin to create her macabre masterpieces.