Er ist der Teufel!

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ An Invitation from the Shadows ⸺
　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　 　　　　　Ṭọ ṭḥẹ Ṣẹẹḳẹṛṣ ọf̣ Ḍạṛḳṇẹṣṣ,

　The moon rises, casting silver light upon ancient secrets, and with it, the gates to our realm open once more.
　　You are summoned to a new season of S͟p͟o͟o͟k͟y͟ S͟p͟e͟c͟t͟a͟c͟l͟e͟s, where only those who embrace the eerie and
　the extraordinary shall survive.　　This year, the enchantments are stronger, the whispers in the wind darker,
　and the temptations of the night—impossible to resist.
　　W͟i͟t͟c͟h͟e͟s stir their cauldrons, ready to craft your fate.　　V͟a͟m͟p͟i͟r͟e͟s slowly lift the lids of their coffins, eager to
　witness those who dare walk the thin line between this world and the next. You, brave soul, are invited to join us
　in these chilling rituals and compete for the title of R͟u͟l͟e͟r͟ o͟f͟ t͟h͟e͟ M͟i͟d͟n͟i͟g͟h͟t͟ B͟a͟l͟l.
　　Do you have the cunning to impress the coven?　　　The audacity to survive the undead’s gaze?　
　　Only the most daring will claim victory in this haunted waltz. But before you enter the shadows, you must reveal
　your truest, darkest self.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　C͟r͟a͟f͟t͟ y͟o͟u͟r͟ i͟d͟e͟n͟t͟i͟t͟y͟ c͟a͟r͟e͟f͟u͟l͟l͟y͟:

　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ Who is your faceclaim, your mask for the night?
　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ What is your name, whispered across forgotten lands?
　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ How many years, or centuries, have you roamed beneath the moon?
　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ From which distant realm do you hail, where mist and mystery dance?
　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ And what is your vocation, the secret life you lead when not entwined in the macabre?
　　　

　Beware, for the winds of time howl ever louder. The pre-selections will vanish into the mist after 25t͟h͟ o͟f͟ O͟c͟t͟o͟b͟e͟r,
　　　　　　　　　　　　　when the shadows close their grip. Will you step into the unknown before it’s too late?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⸺ The Shadows Beckon You ⸺