A three-story Gothic inn stood in a misty forest. Night had fallen, and warm amber light shone from its windows. A wooden sign hung over the entrance, bearing the words "Moonshadow Inn" and a picture of the moon. A 23-year-old Chinese man with black hair stood at the door, wearing a black secret identity vest and a white shirt, a helpless smile on his face. Behind him, several mysterious figures were just barely visible: a silver-haired butler, a red-eyed girl, and a towering werewolf. The atmosphere was mysterious yet cozy, with warm light cutting through the dark tones, all in a fantasy style.
