You come home to a black, folded invitation on your dining table.
Was that there before? You can’t remember.
The trip home was creepy enough; being closely followed by a white van with no plate number is creepy enough.
There is nothing printed on the cover of the invitation, and so you decide to open it.
The following message greets you in delicate, silver script:
Congratulations! You have been invited to this year’s Munera as a VENATOR, chosen to represent the Eos Group in the games! We’re sure this must be an honour. Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to travel to the venue yourself. We will also have to hold you in a separate accommodation from your peers, in order to follow this tradition. To keep the peace and to honour the agreement, blood must be shed. Please remember that if you choose not to participate, your opponent’s fate (and life) will be in peril. Do you really want to have that blood on your hands in such a dishonourable way?
Your opponent for this year will be: Mr. Byun Baekhyun.
Good luck, and be sure to enjoy yourself this year!
Outside, a heavy hand knocks against your door, once, and twice, shaking it by the frame. The third knock will surely send it down. Will you come quietly, put up a struggle, or attempt to escape? Outside, you can hear the murmur of not one, not two, but multiple voices that can surely overpower you. Remember, if you choose to come quietly, you may be able to appeal to your faction leader…
barefoot, she steps into the elevator, staring at herself on the reflective walls. with her hair somewhat disheveled and her heels in one hand, her appearance practically screamed ‘walk of shame’ - not that she believed that her encounters were ever shameful. however, those that knew her better could tell that casual sex was definitely not the case.
the elevator finally stops at her floor and she walks out, but not before noticing a smear of blood on her right cheek. ah, so that was why the old lady that got off three floors before her had taken such an interest in her face. wiping it off with her thumb, she lets out a soft laugh before she opened the door to her apartment. she had always been told that she was a rather messy eater.
setting her bag and keys down on the dinner table, an eyebrow is raised when she notices something out of place. she picks up the familiar card and reads, a smirk making its appearance as she made it to the end of the message. wonderful, it was that time of the year again and she couldn’t be anymore excited - although her composed demeanour suggested otherwise.
she was a venator, representing her group as she always did in these events. kiko had always preferred participating rather than watching by the sidelines ( she always thought that they looked foolish with those masks ). that being said, she could not help but wonder who this byun baekhyun person may be. ideally, she would’ve liked to know whether he was a human or a ghoul.
but either way, she didn’t mind at all.
the knocking comes not long after, resulting in a twinge of annoyance in her expression. any more of that incessant knocking and her door would fly off its fucking hinges. maybe it was just her, but it seemed that these supposed bodyguards were getting more aggressive after each event. she grabs her mask, slips on some flats, and swings open the door before they could knock down her door.
“don’t you all look absolutely peachy today.” she flashes them a brief glimpse of a smile ( it may have looked more like a grimace, maybe even a sneer ) before shutting her door behind her. she begins walking, slowly headed for the elevator with no intention to escape or attack. when they leave the building and get into the white van that had been following her since the morning, she glances at her supposed captors momentarily before finding more interest in her own. the tips of her carmine stained lips curving upwards ever so slightly as she makes her only comment for the ride.
“play some music, would you? the atmosphere’s getting fairly dull for such an event.”
