
Part One: Return to the Crimson Palace--The train slowed as it crossed the bridge into the forgotten land of Aerndale, a region buried beneath layers of mist, myth, and blood-soaked history. Eli Quinn sat by the window, watching raindrops race each other down the glass. Her reflection stared back at her—wide eyes, pale lips, and a haunted silence she’d worn like armor for the past five years.The letter she’d received a week ago still trembled in her bag.> _"You are summoned to the Crimson Palace under the decree of the late King Aeron III.Only the heirs of the night may enter.The truth sleeps in the blood moon."_— Sealed with black wax, signed: Jae VirellinHer fingers clenched around the memory. Jae. The boy she had once loved. The boy who had vanished without goodbye, the night the palace burned, the night they all betrayed each other.She was going back.Not for closure.Not for revenge.But because something in her bones whispered—nothing was over.--The Crimson Palace stood at the edge of Aerndale’s dying lake, its spires cutting through the fog like spears of bone. It was not merely cursed—it was hungry.Locals never dared cross the gate. They believed the souls inside were trapped between centuries. That the last royal bloodline never truly died—they just… changed.And now, the palace had called its players back.One by one.Eli stepped down from the carriage and saw them—her old friends.Nico: The golden liar. Always with a smile hiding something sharp beneath.Kael: The quiet observer, with eyes like stone.Liora: Eli's closest friend—until she vanished into the woods during the fire.And then…Jae.He stood alone at the top of the palace stairs.But he wasn’t the boy she remembered. No.This man… this thing… wore his face, but not his warmth.He was dressed in black velvet, pale as frost, and his eyes glowed faintly under the blood-red moon above. A king risen from ashes.“Welcome home, Eli ” he said, voice deeper, distant. “You’ve kept me waiting.”---The first night was filled with silence, wine, and watching.The palace breathed around them—walls shifting ever so slightly when no one looked, shadows whispering names only the dead should know.Eli stayed in her old chamber. Nothing had changed.The mirror still had the crack from the night of the betrayal.The diary she’d hidden under the floorboards was still there.And in the fireplace, the bloodstain never faded.She remembered everything.The forbidden love with Jae.The secret pact between their friend group to uncover the hidden vault beneath the palace—the vault said to hold the true power of the royal line.And the betrayal.They had turned on Jae.They had tried to kill him.They had failed.He had burned.And vanished.Until now.---At the dinner table, the mood was poisonous.“Strange, isn’t it?” Nico said, swirling dark wine. “How we all got the same letter. Like someone wants us to remember.”“Do you?” Kael asked coldly. “Remember?”Liora smiled sadly. “I remember fire.”Jae said nothing. He only looked at Eli.Later, in the corridor, he cornered her.“You still wear the locket,” he said softly.She looked away. “I should’ve destroyed it.”“But you didn’t.”“Why did you bring us here?”Jae stepped closer. Too close.“Because someone lied, Eli. Someone that night was working for the curse. And I need to know who.”---On the second night, the palace began to bleed.It started with a painting—one that showed all five of them standing beneath the blood moon, their eyes darkened, mouths stitched shut.Then Nico screamed.In his chamber, blood oozed from the walls.“Just old paint,” he insisted, shaking. “Just memories.”But they all felt it. The palace was alive. And it wanted truth.Eli explored the west wing—sealed since the fire.There she found a door etched with runes, and behind it: the forgotten royal crypt.Inside, she saw five stone coffins.Only four were sealed.The fifth… was open.And inside it lay Jae’s name.---He found her there.“You weren’t supposed to see this yet,” he said, not angry, but ancient.“You died.”“Yes. And no.”“What are you now?”Jae looked at her with the same pain she remembered.“I am a king of ash, cursed by betrayal, kept alive by the palace’s thirst. And now I’m hunting the one who made the deal.”“What deal?”“The one that sacrificed me to awaken the Blood Moon Curse.”---By the third night, Liora was gone.Only her mirror remained—shattered, with the words scrawled in blood:“One of you is lying.”Panic broke the fragile peace.Nico accused Kael.Kael said Nico was already working with the darkness.Eli stood between them, but her heart was cracking.Because deep down, she remembered who had whispered the idea first all those years ago.To find the royal vault. To break the seal. To betray Jae.It had been her.But she hadn’t known the price.She hadn’t known he would die for it.And she never

