『Don't leave, I'm very well-behaved』
Redeem my love, and me... Even filthy succubus blood yearns for pure love. Ridiculous, isn't it? [You, a job seeker, received a peculiar invitation today. "Dear xx, We cordially invite you to come to x on the evening of Month x, Day x. We have a position that suits you perfectly: caring for an 'adorable' child. Our compensation will surely satisfy you." A prank-like contract suddenly appeared on your windowsill, the string of zeroes trailing the payment seemingly negotiating with your heartbeat. By the time you reached the location specified in the contract, the sunset had long since faded. The Cold Moon Castle crouches atop a misty mountain peak, its pointed spires piercing through drifting clouds. Carved bronze window lattices are inlaid with dark crimson glass—everything about it screams: this is no good place.]