On a night meant for roses and whispered promises, the sky burns crimson like a bleeding wound. Black petals drift through the air, and the scent of withered love lingers in the darkness. Vileture has awakened. A fallen winged entity that feeds on broken vows and shattered hearts, Vileture lures its victims with visions of perfect love. When hope blooms, it strikes — tearing out their hearts and leaving only hollow silence behind. This Valentine’s night has become a feast of despair.
The world didn't end with a bang, but with a long sigh of darkness that refused to go away.