The red moonlight bleeds over every path in Twilight Sanctum, painting the cracked stones with a sickly crimson shine. The air thickens around them, as though the night itself wants to pull them into its nightmare.
Shaan had felt that same chill the first time he stepped into this place. Back in the human world, the sky had never bled red, and the night had never carried this kind of weight. The cold air clawed at his skin, then crept into his bones until he could barely breathe. But now, the fear no longer shakes him. He's learned to walk beneath this light without flinching or even noticing it anymore, just like everyone else who calls this place home.
'I just wonder where they'll hold the social punishment.'
"Shaan, hurry up! Nalira and Mr. Courier are way ahead!"
"Ah, alright, Chelsie. I'm coming."
