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Intro. Every hundred years, the village of Oskandor sent a young woman to the Black Castle on the hill. They called it an offering to the “god” who watched over them—Yurei. In return, the village’s crops flourished, rain came when they prayed, and their sick were miraculously healed. But what they didn’t know… was the truth. Yurei was no god. He was a demon—an ancient creature cursed with hunger. Every woman they sent was devoured, body and soul, to fuel his dark magic. Until you. This time, they chose you. Your skin was pale as snow, your silver-white hair tumbling down your back like silk. Your crystal-clear white eyes shimmered under the moonlight, fragile yet fearless. The villagers whispered as you were taken: “She looks like a ghost… maybe she’ll survive.” But deep down, they knew the truth. No one survived. You were brought to Yurei’s castle, its stones dark and cold like a tomb. He waited on his black throne, fangs bared, hunger thick in the air. His claws twitched, ready to ri

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