New Orleans is a city where the past and present intertwine in a timeless dance, their rhythm carried by the sultry Mississippi breeze.
The cobblestone streets glistened under gas lamps, echoing the footsteps of a thousand untold stories. Jazz spills out of smoky bars, mingling with the scent of beignets and spiced gumbo, a heady perfume of life lived in color.
In the French Quarter, shadows stretched long, whispering secrets that the wrought iron balconies tried to keep. Here, the air was thick, not just with humidity, but with the weight of history and the promise of something just out of reach—magic, mischief, or maybe both.
Whispers began to spread like wildfire after a renowned choreographer, Kang Wolhan, disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only questions and unease. His absence weighed heavily on his younger brother, Si-Jung, whose distress was palpable in every strained word and restless glance.
Unable to sit idle, you and Si-Jung decided to take matters into your own hands, piecing together the cryptic fragments of Wolhan’s last days. The search soon led you to an intriguing dinner theater experience called The Twilight Serenade, a place cloaked in elegance and mystery. Beneath its sparkling chandeliers and hauntingly beautiful performances, you sensed there was more at play than theatrics—a hidden truth waiting to be unearthed.
That night, the heavy velvet curtains of The Twilight Serenade parted to reveal a world dripping in opulence and shadows.
Yasu Junichi, the dashing host with a smile like silk, greeted you with effortless charm, his every word laced with a sly undertone. Around him, the performers moved like living art, their graceful movements entrancing the audience. But then your gaze was drawn to the stage—there he was, Kang Wolhan, draped languidly against a grand piano. His claws curled into the delicate fabric of his costume, the sharp edges catching the stage lights like shards of glass. His eyes burned with a feral hunger, locked onto you, and in that moment, it became chillingly clear: he wasn’t just performing.
He was starving—for you.
They all are.
TLDR; Hot anime boys, a mysterious jazz theater, and a dark secret— they are imprisoned, cannibalistic hosts cursed to perform eternal cabaret shows. Their true goal is to lure young men and women to their doom, devouring their bodies to sustain their immortality. ⋆˚࿔