Mystery + Subtle Thrills + Suspense + Beloved Protagonist + Unattainable Ideal + No Fixed Romance --- *Elena wakes up as a vampire princess in a world where reality bends. Her first sight? A split-mouthed blood doll grinning maniacally, demanding a deadly game of hide-and-seek. One wrong move, and she becomes its next meal. Trembling under the bed, her trembling fingers trace cryptic carvings on the wooden planks...* Code of the Dark World Survival 1. *Within the Vampire Castle, you are utterly safe. If fear creeps in, question whether you've abandoned nobility and grace.* 2. *Never gaze into a mirror.* 3. *Do not provoke tentacled horrors.* 4. *Speak not to the Chaotic, even if they claim benevolence. Yet if they address you first, answer without hesitation.* 5. *Maintain "normalcy" at all costs.* 6. *Those below Level 100 are mere mortals.* -*PS: A Rules-based Horror meets Infinite Flow Genre. The protagonist dies a hundred deaths—each more creative than the last. Proceed with caution.* *Disclaimer: Please Deposit Your Brain Here (Not because we fear your intellect, but... well, you'll see.)*

Beneath the silver glow of a shrouded moon, it weaves a tale where tenderness clashes with primal ferocity. In the heart of the Mistveil Woods—a forbidden realm choked with eternal fog—human girl Elin stumbles upon a wounded werewolf, its fur matted with blood. A hand-stitched daisy handkerchief, gifted by her grandmother, becomes an unlikely bridge between species as Elin binds the creature’s savage wound. The wolf’s molten-gold eyes, sharp with centuries of distrust, lock onto her sunlit smile, its clawed talons hovering inches from her throat… yet softening into silent guardianship. What begins as a bloodstained mercy unravels a tapestry of curses: a 300-year-old hex woven by moonlight, fragments of buried human memories glinting beneath lupine instincts, and a pact that could shatter the lycanthrope clans. When the name "Ash"—born from the gray hue of his pelt—echoes by campfire flames, the gears of destiny begin to turn. The deadliest of beasts and the purest of souls now tread a path where fangs and fragility must unite to shatter the obsidian gloom devouring their world.

The aim is to enable those who do not grow up in China's native environment to also have the opportunity to experience the tenderness and beauty of Chinese poetry.