Glamor was buried alive — and from its grave, The New Nocturnals clawed their way out. 

Under the watchful eyes of hosts Raymond Gutierrez and Ash Rye, the annual Halloween affair shed its skin of Opulence and slithered into something far more sinister. 

The air pulsed with dread. The velvet walls breathed. Shadows whispered names you weren’t meant to hear.

Gutierrez split himself in two — a living paradox in Two-Face couture, half gleaming host, half high-fashion horror. Ash Rye, ever the ghostly oracle, drifted through the room in a furry gown that reeked of forgotten fame and spectral seduction.

The guest list was a séance of Manila’s glitterati, but their forms had shifted. 

Andrea Brillantes prowled like a creature cursed by the moon, her claws glinting with menace. 

Barbie Imperial emerged from the depths as a siren soaked in seafoam and sorrow, her eyes promising shipwrecks.

 Kyline Alcantara wore the void itself, stitched together with gothic defiance and ghostlight. 

Michelle Dee arrived as a haunted heiress with a checkered clown eerie fit — her presence unnerving, like a portrait that watches you move. 

Kylie Verzosa was wed to darkness in black lace, a bride abandoned at the altar of the abyss. 

Ruffa Gutierrez ruled the night in obsidian regalia, her crown forged from midnight secrets.

Richard Gutierrez mirrored the grotesque, his face a canvas of dual horror. 

Francine Diaz and Seth Fedelin, bound in muted wrappings, shuffled in as modern mummies — lovers embalmed in silence. 

Darren Espanto bled elegance in a vampire’s silhouette, his gaze hungry. 

Hayden Kho stalked the shadows as a protector-warrior, his armor whispering of ancient vengeance. 

Jillian Ward shimmered with a heart that pulsed outside her chest, glowing like a bride who’d killed to love. 

Zeinab Harake channeled Morticia Addams, her curls cascading like funeral veils, her sheer gown blooming with death.