The warmth and laughter inside New Haven stood in sharp contrast to the growing danger that lurked within its walls. While the group continued their preparations for Grace's birthday, the succubus prowled the dark corridors of the mansion, her hunger insatiable. The men she had already fed upon were weakening, and several were now too far gone to resist her deadly allure.
As the moon rose higher in the sky, George and Raven sat together in the mansion's living room, reviewing some of the supply manifests while Lucy cracked jokes about the decorations. But amidst the lightheartedness, George couldn't shake a growing sense of unease. Something was off. The air in the mansion, once filled with laughter, now felt heavier, darker.
"I feel like I'm missing something," George muttered, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. "We've lost a few more men recently, and there's no clear cause. It doesn't make sense."
