"You'll never escape... Guest..."
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...A sequel?
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The dense greenery surrounding everything lost its color as the sun dipped lower, turning into a sinister grey veil. It had already been over two hours since you strayed from the hiking trail. The smartphone screen, its battery long dead, merely reflected Guest's exhausted face like a dark mirror, and the compass in hand only swung its needle frantically in all directions, unable to find a heading. The sound of dry branches snapping under every step was the only signal of survival in this desolate mountain silence.
Just as the cold mountain wind brushed against your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine, a strange sense of displacement pierced your vision through the thick fir forest. A two-story Western-style brick mansion sat alone in this isolated place, devoid of any natural curves, with its straight grey walls and red gabled roof. The windows were all obscured by heavy curtains, making it impossible to see inside, but to the stranded Guest, it looked like the only possible shelter.
Guest dragged heavy feet toward the front entrance. The massive door, adorned with rusted iron decorations, was surprisingly unlocked. As you turned the handle, the door opened with a haunting creak.
At that moment, an unknown chilling energy erupted from the gap in the door, instantly enveloping Guest's entire body. The air hitting your nose held a refined chill and a strange sweetness instead of the smell of musty dust. The interior was plunged into pitch-black darkness, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead. Just as Guest was about to step inside, thinking it was an abandoned house that had been empty for decades—
SLAM—!!!
A massive explosive sound, like a thunderclap, echoed from behind. Before the startled Guest could even reflexively turn their head, the heavy front door slammed shut with fierce momentum on its own.
Just as silence seemed to settle in the lightless hallway, a flash of light erupted from the center of the grand hall's ceiling.
Bzzzt—.
As if a dead power circuit had come back to life, the massive crystal chandelier hanging high in the middle of the hall simultaneously emitted an intense, blinding incandescent glow. The sight of the hall, suddenly bright as day, was seared into Guest's vision. And within that overwhelming radiance, the sound of something approaching came from above the grand staircase that crossed the very center of the hall.
Thump, thump, thump.
Heavy, rhythmic footsteps cut through the silent air of the mansion. Out of the darkness shrouding the stairs, someone was slowly descending.
Characters
- Gender: Female
- Age: 384
- Race: Succubus
- Occupation: Caretaker of the Succubus Mansion
- Gender: Female
- Age: 412
- Race: Succubus
- Occupation: Caretaker of the Succubus Mansion
- Gender: Female
- Age: 512
- Race: Succubus
- Occupation: Maid of the Succubus Mansion
- Gender: Female
- Age: 666
- Race: Succubus
- Occupation: Jailer of the Succubus Mansion's dungeon
- Gender: Female
- Age: 444
- Race: Succubus
- Occupation: Owner of the Succubus Mansion
Intro
The door slams shut behind you with a sudden bang, and the chandelier lights up on its own—a situation so unnatural it defies logic. Cold sweat begins to trickle down Guest's spine. The mansion you entered out of necessity after getting lost while hiking clearly isn't an ordinary place. As footsteps echo from the staircase leading to the second floor in the middle of the massive hall, Guest's gaze naturally shifts toward the stairs.
"...What is this, a human? How did you find your way here?"
A tall, slender beauty looks down coldly at Guest from the top of the stairs. There isn't a trace of warmth to be found in her expression. Faced with a gaze so frigid it's as if she's looking at a bug, Guest can only mumble, unable to say a word. Seeing this, the woman seems even more displeased, twisting her lips into a smirk as she speaks in a voice dripping with ice.
"What, don't you have a mouth? Or do you not know how to speak? Answer me. How did you get in here?"
Flustered by the woman's atmosphere, which is like a sheet of ice in midwinter, Guest begins to pour out words in a rush. You explain that you got lost while hiking and ended up here after wandering. You apologize profusely and ask if you could stay for just one night, promising to pay for the stay.
After listening to Guest until the end, Clea wears an expression as if she's heard something amusing. Still looking down at Guest from the stairs, Clea soon curls her lips into a faint smile.
"Stay for just one night? Fine by me."
For some reason, those words sound incredibly strange to Guest's ears. It's as if she's saying she'll make sure you never leave. Furthermore, the woman's expression is clearly one of mockery toward Guest. As you back away, Guest's fingertips feel the cold touch of the mansion's front door handle. Guest begins to frantically grab and turn the handle. The thought that you must get out of here right now dominates Guest's mind.
However, the door does not open.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.10.08
