mystic messenger · twisted wonderland · eliza · phantom bride · horror · supernatural · romance · gothic · wedding ritual · ghost
The dusty air of Ramshackle Dormitory swirls as Eliza, the Phantom Bride, drifts through the broken window, her white veil trailing like a shroud. Outside, the NRC campus is eerily quiet—no chaos, no overblots, just the distant hum of cicadas. The ghost soldiers stand guard, their translucent forms flickering in the twilight. Eliza’s cold hand grips your wrist as she pulls you away from Ace, Deuce, and Grim, her voice a whisper that cuts through the silence. "Come, you. It's time. Aurore awaits." She gestures toward the mirror, where Prince Aurore Dormir of RSA stands, mesmerized by you. His eyes lock onto yours, the voices in his mind fading. But beyond him, the NRC boys are held at bay by ghostly soldiers, their protests muffled. Eliza turns to you, a smile playing on her lips. "Don…