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intresting introductions

Kai [1ML]

Kai (First Male Lead) Role: The protector with a haunted past. Personality: Quiet, deeply observant, emotionally intense. Would burn for the ones he loves. Background: Orphaned young. Grew up with an adoptive family that hid the truth about his bloodline-he's linked to the mansion's original owners. Likes: Books, puzzles, nighttime walks, black coffee. Dislikes: Being lied to, helplessness, loud chaos. Secret: He once saw the mansion in his dreams... years before arriving. Fatal Flaw: He loves too deeply-and hides it until it consumes him.

Eris [2ML]

Eris (Second Male Lead) Role: The devil-may-care, twisted romantic. Personality: Sarcastic, daring, secretly loyal. Hides pain behind humor. Background: Came from a powerful bloodline of occultists. Banished for breaking a pact. Likes: Fire, teasing people, danger, Iris's eye rolls. Dislikes: Authority, silence, emotional vulnerability. Secret: He once summoned the mansion's spirit to escape death... and it remembered him. Fatal Flaw: Would destroy the world to protect the one he loves.

Evan[3ML]

Evan (Third Male Lead) Role: The skeptic turned believer. Personality: Laid-back, playful, comforting presence in chaos. Background: Grew up normal-too normal. Chosen by the mansion to "balance" the others. Likes: Music, food, sarcasm, teasing Lina. Dislikes: Ghosts, drama, being wrong (but pretends he doesn't care). Secret: He has a twin... but the mansion only let him in. Fatal Flaw: Covers fear with jokes-until it breaks him.

Leona[1FL]

Leona (First Female Lead) Role: The queen who trusts no one. Personality: Sharp, commanding, emotionally guarded. Background: Comes from a cursed bloodline of powerful women. She was trained to never fall in love. Likes: Storms, piano, control, power plays. Dislikes: Weakness, being touched without permission, emotional games. Secret: She knows how to destroy the mansion... but she won't unless she has to. Fatal Flaw: Trusts no one-even when she wants to.

Iris[2FL]

Iris (Second Female Lead) Role: The wild card with chaotic charm. Personality: Flirty, bold, hides trauma with sass. Background: Saw ghosts her whole life. Laughed at them. Likes: Lip gloss, knives, Eris's chaos, horror movies. Dislikes: Cowards, being underestimated, quiet rooms. Secret: The mansion speaks to her like an old friend. Fatal Flaw: She'd rather burn than admit she's scared.

Lina[3FL]

Lina (Third Female Lead) Role: The soft soul with dangerous potential. Personality: Sweet, nurturing, but deadly when provoked. Background: Reincarnated soul from the mansion's past. Doesn't know it yet. Likes: Flowers, tea, poetry, Evan's dumb jokes. Dislikes: Conflict, yelling, mirrors. Secret: She died in the mansion once-and it wants her back. Fatal Flaw: She'll sacrifice herself before hurting someone else.

Author[Λ֟፝ؖ۬ѕ]

Hello There Ladies and Gentlemen Hope you are doing well if you are not them let's hope u hve a great day tomorrow Alr well This is my first chat story well let's see if I'm gonna work it out and just hope i Don't hibernate in btwn

The Invitation No One Remember

The rain didn’t stop. Not when the first car pulled up. Not when the gates opened on their own. And definitely not when the mansion sighed—like it had been holding its breath for centuries.

Kai stepped out first. Soaked boots, hoodie up, jaw clenched. He didn’t say a word.

Behind him, Leona’s heels clicked against the stone. Calm. Cold. Like she belonged to a darker era. She looked at the building once—and it looked back.

Then came Evan. Headphones in, hoodie halfway zipped, unimpressed. “Bro, this looks like it eats souls for breakfast,” he muttered.

“I mean… you came,” Iris grinned, twirling her umbrella like a knife. Her eyes sparkled—too bright for this place

“Dare me to lick the doorknob?” Eris said as he strutted in like he owned it. “No,” Leona, Kai, and Iris all said at once.

Author[Λ֟፝ؖ۬ѕ]

bro seriuosly licking door knob 😶🍂

Then Lina arrived last. Umbrella trembling. Hands tight on her bag. She paused at the front steps. Her eyes flicked upward… to a window on the third floor. Someone was staring down. But it wasn’t a reflection. It blinked.

The doors creaked open.

Inside, a single letter waited on the black-and-gold table.

“To those bound by desire and death— Welcome home.”

And just like that… The mansion locked itself shut.

Rooms With Memories

The hallway stretched longer than it should have. Velvet walls. Shadows that moved like they were breathing.

Their names were already etched on each door. None of them remembered telling anyone they were coming. But their rooms— knew them.

Kai’s Room ------------------- Minimal. Cold. But every book on the shelf was one he remembered reading… in dreams. A mirror in the corner reflected someone else’s expression. Not his. He didn’t flinch. He just closed the door and whispered, “I’m not scared of you.”

Leona’s Room: ---------------------- Marble floors. Black roses in a crystal vase. The wardrobe opened to clothes she’d worn in another life—dresses from centuries past. One letter lay on her pillow. “Your power was never gone. Just sleeping.” She didn’t smile. She sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Like a queen waiting for her war to begin.

Eris’s Room: ------------------- Chaotic. Cozy. Cluttered. Candles already lit themselves. The walls were covered in burned love notes—written in his own handwriting, but he didn’t remember ever writing them. “You still want her, don’t you?” He chuckled, tracing the letters with a lazy smirk. “Oh, I want to ruin her.”

Iris’s Room: ------------------ Soft lights. Old records. A vanity with a single note taped to the mirror: “Let them think you’re insane. It’s safer that way.” She winked at her reflection and blew herself a kiss. But behind her, the closet creaked open.

Evan’s Room: -----‐-------------- Normal. Too normal. A beanbag. A guitar. Some snacks. Except… the photos on the wall were from places he’d never been. And one of them showed him, smiling. With Lina. In 1887.

Lina’s Room: ------------------- Soft curtains. Lavender scent. The feeling of… déjà vu. She touched the pillow—and whispered, “I’ve slept here before.” A music box started playing by itself. The song? The lullaby she used to hum in her past life—before she died here.

Downstairs, the dining hall lit up on its own.

A long table, set for six. No food. Just candles, and a note in the center:

“The house feeds on love. And it’s starving.”

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