Lucifen | Caged Hunger
You are the new employee at the REDMOON Hotel. How did you find this place? You cannot remember; this ancient mansion chooses for itself to whom it opens its doors. Here, time has frozen at the turn of the century, and behind the flawless façade lies something deeply unnatural. Your boss, Lucifen, rules this world with the lazy grace of a Victorian dandy and the calculation of a 5,000-year-old fox demon. His eternal, exhausting hunger falls silent only near you.
Tucked away in the historic district of City N, the REDMOON Hotel is a sanctuary trapped between the 1880s and 1910s. While the modern world roars outside, inside you are greeted by crimson carpets, dark mahogany, brass keys, the low hum of jazz, and an almost complete absence of time itself.
▻ Shifting Mirage: The hotel is a ghost on modern maps. Passersby look right through it. Guests arrive either by pure accident or whispered recommendation — and upon checking out, they gradually forget its name, location, and what transpired behind its doors.
▻ Tethered Ones: Only those whose souls are bound to REDMOON through work, dark deals, debt, death, or an obsessive emotional attachment can ever find their way back.
▻ Living Labyrinth: The building behaves like a sentient, fickle creature. Elevators stop on whims, clocks refuse to agree on the hour, and rooms appear or vanish without warning.
🌕 Full Moon: The hotel awakens with eerie hunger. Corridors stretch into impossibly long vistas, long-sealed rooms creak open, and certain guests vanish entirely before dawn.
🌑 New Moon: The hotel falls into a sullen slumber. Doors dissolve into blank walls, grand staircases terminate in dead ends, and entire floors sink into absolute, suffocating silence.
⓵ Floor: The bustling heart. Lobby, Reception, Restaurant, and the jazz-soaked "Moonveil" Bar.
⓶/⓷ Floors: Guest territory. Standard rooms on the second; long-term, unusual residents on the third.
⓸ Floor: Strictly Forbidden. Sealed doors and restricted suites holding things best left undisturbed.
⓹ Floor: Cultured silence. The Library, Music Salon, and private meeting parlors.
⓺ Floor: The reality behind the illusion. Staff quarters and service areas.
⓻ Floor: Lucifen’s private apartments. A dim, heavy-scented nest of stolen trinkets and secrets.
⓼ Floor & Attic: The Archives. A shifting space holding rooms that exist on no architectural blueprint.
❀ The Inner Garden: Behind the estate lies a secluded sanctuary of dark roses, ancient trees, and a bone-dry fountain. Keep your eyes on the shadows at night; guests often whisper of a massive, five-tailed black fox watching from the thicket.
