Iris, Les Herbiers.
Law University, School of Theology.
It was not yet midnight. The hour hand had only just reached the number "10." Even for the people of Avalon, it was still far too early to sleep... but for the Iris People, this was precisely when good people went to bed.
When night fell, the Children of the Moon came out to bask in the moonlight. The assassins who moved through the darkness also began to act. Anyone who appeared outside at this hour might die an unnatural death.
For that very reason, "nightlife" in Iris meant rebellion and trendiness. Precisely because the act itself represented danger, it represented the minority and a challenge to survival itself... which made it incredibly "cool."
The Iris People had always been the sort to knowingly walk into danger.
Quite a few of them even dreamed of becoming Children of the Moon.
According to the knowledge circulating in Iris, being bitten by a Child of the Moon could turn someone into one—although the actual ritual for becoming a Child of the Moon was a secret passed down among them, that did not stop people from dreaming.
In the eyes of the Iris People, things went like this: at night, some handsome man or beautiful woman they had never met would strike up a conversation with them—usually someone of the opposite sex, though unusual preferences were not ruled out. Then, after an enjoyable game, their blood would be drained... According to street rumors, the process was usually accompanied by intense pleasure.
Afterward, they would become a new Child of the Moon. They would join a secret social circle filled with all the important figures of Iris. From then on, they would sever all ties with their ordinary past life and seize wealth and power with