Midnight. Somewhere deep beneath the Royal Magic Academy, past forbidden dungeons, cursed locker rooms, and the janitor's suspiciously haunted closet, a secret door groaned open.
Inside, five velvet thrones circled a glowing summoning pentagram, a single flickering candle perched upon an ominous skull-shaped holder in the center.
Above it, a hand-painted sign read: "Welcome to the First Official Emergency Yandere Council."
"Attendance: Required.
Snacks: Optional.
Casual Death Threats: Encouraged."
Lilia sat on the central throne, wearing full ceremonial white nun robes embroidered with bloody red hearts. She slammed her golden staff down.
"Let the meeting come to order. The topic: Emilia."
Around her, four very different, very homicidal women responded like clockwork.
Princess Seraphina adjusted her tiara with the grace of royalty—while sharpening a poison-tipped hairpin.
