The boy slowly leaned toward Rehani's neck.
His breath was cold—yet deep and heavy, as if it carried the weight of a hundred-year-old curse, or the sorrow of eternity. He closed his eyes and inhaled near her throat. The air began to swirl, and an unknown scent spread through the entire room—a strange mixture of blood, death, and beauty.
Then, through the slight parting of his lips, words began to escape—soft, haunting:
"You've returned… just as I knew you would.
You are no longer just Rehani…
You are my creation… my curse… my legacy."
He paused.
Then opened his eyes and looked at her.
There was something in his gaze—something that flickered between light and darkness.
A faint, eerie smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Your blood now carries shadows," he whispered.
"You will never be the same again."
Rehani's body remained still.
But one of her fingers twitched—just slightly.
The boy noticed.
And with a voice like a quiet storm, he continued:
"Your hunger will begin tonight.
And I will be there… by your side—
either as your protector…
or as your destruction."
Then suddenly—
Without waiting a moment longer—
The boy pressed a silent, deep kiss upon Rehani's lips.
The air in the room seemed to freeze in that instant.
Time itself stopped.
Everything around them—shadows, light, wind—stood still, witnessing in silence.
That kiss held more than emotion.
It carried a strange, ancient power.
And the moment their lips met, a faint red glow emerged from Rehani's body—
as if a sleeping force within her had awakened.
Her fingers trembled.
Her chest began to rise and fall.
The boy closed his eyes and whispered:
"This kiss will awaken you, Rehani...
It ends your death—
and begins your rebirth."[Scene Cut]
A remote village in China, nestled among ancient mountains.
Mist drifts gently across the landscape, carrying the scent of incense and forgotten memories.
In the distance, we see a red house—
old, majestic, built of wood and stone, with curved, red-tiled roofs.
The windows are adorned with ironwork shaped like dragons.
A place that feels both sacred and cursed.
In front of the house, a large crimson royal curtain sways slightly in the breeze.
Behind it, a girl sits silently, like a statue carved from time itself.
Her hair is blood-red, cascading down her back like liquid fire.
She wears a deep red silk dress, embroidered with gold—dragons, lotus flowers, and flames woven into the fabric.
On her forehead rests a glowing red gem,
like a shard of the sun, or a jewel forged in fire.
Her eyes are fixed forward—calm, still… but holding something ancient.
A memory?
A secret?
Behind her, a maid combs her hair gently, while another lights incense.
The smoke curls upward in thin, elegant streams, vanishing into the gray sky.
No sounds.
Only the wind…
And the soft rustle of silk.
But in the girl's gaze—
there is a strange emptiness,
or perhaps… a remembered pain.
Is she Rehani?
Or someone from a life before this one?
And the red gem—
Could that be the source of her curse?
Suddenly, a maid enters quietly, her footsteps barely making a sound on the stone floor.
She leans close to the girl and whispers something—unheard by the audience.
The girl nods once, slowly.
The maid bows and leaves the room.
Moments later, the girl stands—her movements graceful, almost otherworldly.
She steps past the great crimson curtain, out into the night.
The outside world is bathed in red.
Red trees sway in the wind—their leaves deep and glowing, like burning embers.
The ground beneath her feet is scattered with fallen red petals, soft as silk.
Even the air feels tinted, as though the world itself is breathing in shades of scarlet.
Above her, the sky opens—
And there it is:
A red moon—full, haunting, and impossibly large.
The blood moon casts its light on everything, painting the scene with a surreal glow.
It's beautiful…
But unsettling.
The girl walks forward, deeper into the garden of red,
Her hair catching the moonlight, glowing like fire.
All around her, the world holds its breath.
Time itself feels suspended—
as if something ancient is about to awaken.
She pauses beside one of the trees.
Places her hand gently on the bark.
And whispers:
> "The red has returned."
Suddenly, the wind rises.
The red leaves swirl around her, faster and faster—like a storm of forgotten souls.
The gem on her forehead begins to pulse, faintly glowing.
In that moment…
The red moon shines brighter.
The earth beneath her trembles slightly.
Something is coming.
Or perhaps—
Something has already begun.
As the red wind whirls violently around her,
the girl's eyes begin to glow—a deep crimson fire flickering within her gaze.
Her breath grows slower… deeper…
The gem on her forehead pulses, synchronizing with the rhythm of her heart.
Suddenly—
From her back, a soft glow begins to spread.
Then—wings.
Fiery red wings, like those of a phoenix, erupt from her back—silent at first, then expanding wide with a whispering roar.
Feathers like burning silk shimmer in the blood-moonlight,
each one glowing with ancient energy, as if kissed by centuries of fire.
Her red dress flows around her like smoke.
Her hair—once neatly tied—is now wild and endless, flowing like a river of flame behind her.
It stretches far, lifted by unseen winds, alive, alive, alive.
The maid is gone—vanished as if she were never there.
The silence returns.
The girl stands beneath the red moon,
her wings fully open—glorious, terrifying.
She slowly lifts her head,
eyes now brighter than ever.
And then, she speaks—not in a whisper, but in a voice that echoes across the red garden:
> "I was never just a girl.
I was always the flame…
The fire that forgets nothing.
The curse that returns."
As she spreads her phoenix wings,
red embers fall from the sky—not from above, but from her.
The earth responds—crimson light seeping from the cracks.
The trees bow.
The moon blazes.
She is no longer just a girl.
She is the rebirth.
The return.
The reckoning.The girl slowly began to descend from the sky—
her fiery phoenix wings folding in as she floated gently down into the red garden.
As her feet touched the blood-colored ground,
the wind stilled.
Silence fell like a veil.
Then—
she saw him.
Standing beneath a shadowed tree was a young man.
He looked like a Korean prince—
dressed in an elegant white robe, embroidered with golden patterns,
his posture calm, regal…
…but his eyes were red.
Glowing. Unnatural.
The girl froze.
A flicker of surprise passed through her fiery eyes.
The boy smiled.
Not a soft smile—
a slow, quiet grin that revealed… fangs.
Vampire fangs.
The girl's eyes widened.
A strange, instinctive fear coursed through her body.
She had sensed power in him,
but not this.
Her lips trembled slightly.
She stepped back, wings tightening around her.
> "What… are you?"
she whispered.
The boy took one step closer,
his voice smooth like silk, but heavy with hidden threat.
> "You are a child of fire…
And I am the heir of blood.
Did you think you were the only one?"
The girl's heartbeat quickened.
Her flame flickered—not out of rage, but fear.
And then—
without a word more—
he leaned in… and kissed her lips.
It was sudden.
Shocking.
The world stood still.
But in the very next moment—
she pulled away sharply.
A blazing red aura burst from her body,
surging outward like a fiery shield.
The garden trembled.
The leaves curled.
The wind roared.
Her eyes blazed with a furious glow.
> "I am not what you think I am,"
she said—voice shaken, but powerful.
Then—
she vanished into the sky.
Her phoenix wings flared once more,
lifting her swiftly into the blood-red night,
leaving behind trails of ember and power.
She returned home—
to safety, to silence…
but inside her,
something had awakened.
And behind her,
beneath the crimson moon,
the boy stood still—smiling.