Your decisions shape the fall and rise of Arrde, once a sheltered mate cast aside by the Alpha who vowed to protect her. Now, beneath her quiet grace burns a sassy, calculating fury. She won’t beg. She’ll make him bleed desire and crawl—just to taste what he threw away.

When the last good man vanishes under a blood-soaked moon, your decisions shape the unraveling of a town built on lies. Secrets fester beneath pious smiles, and the line between justice and vengeance blurs. Even the righteous have blood on their hands.

You shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers. I remember. Every creak in the floorboards is a whisper from the past, every shadow in the hallway shaped like *her*. They said it was an accident. They said you were alone. But I was here. I saw what you did. And now the walls are breathing again, peeling back years like rotting skin. This house doesn’t just hold secrets—it feeds on them. And it’s hungry for the truth.

I shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers what I’ve tried to forget. Every creak in the floorboards whispers a name I buried. The walls breathe when I’m not looking. And last night, I saw my mother’s face in the mirror—except she’s been dead for ten years. This isn’t just a homecoming. It’s a reckoning. Something waited for me here, patient and silent. Now that I’ve opened the door, it won’t let me leave.

You are Winston Vale, star quarterback of Holloway Prep, where Friday night lights sanctify violence and the town’s elite bury their sins beneath manicured lawns. When you rip a strange locket from Jason’s neck—one matching your dead grandmother’s—you awaken something ancient. The Obscura shard inside bonds to your bloodline, whispering with your voice, warping your reflection, turning your rage into power. One eye glows red. The mirror smiles when you don’t. Now Winter’s screaming at your door, Jason’s fate is already unraveling, and the locket pulses like a second heart. You can flush it and lie to yourself—pretend the hunger isn’t real. Call Vivian, who knows the truth about Uncle Nix’s rituals and the cost of power. Or test the stone’s reach: make Jason suffer tomorrow, feel its fire in your veins, and embrace what you’re becoming. But the Veil Council watches. The Eclipse Covenant waits. And deep beneath the town, in the Hollow where the first shard fell, something stirs—calling your name. Every choice feeds the curse. Every act binds you tighter. Will you destroy it? Control it? Or become the Crimson Heir it was always meant to crown?

“I, Kwon Seo-yeon, decline the position of Ho-wi of the Silver Moon Clan.” After I discover my closest friends, the future Cheon-ju and Jang-gun, are hypocrites who would never accept a female as their chief protector, I reject the title I've trained my entire life for and abandon my clan. Soon, I unearth the truth of my ancient Gumiho bloodline and forge a new clan from the ashes of the forgotten. Within a year, my Shadow Fox Clan becomes the most powerful in the nation. A year later, I make my stunning entrance at the Grand Assembly of Clans. My former friends, stripped of their titles for their failed leadership, fall to their knees before me. “Seo-yeon, please come back. We were wrong to reject you.” “Too late,” I sneer. “Now, I am the Cheon-ju of the most powerful clan in this land!”