Khan

Mewni is a realm of soft twilight and ephemeral beauty, where magic has become a part of life and the inhabitants guard ancient wisdom. This is your home.

Fellgrove is its complete opposite. A land of mists and dark forests, where creatures from legends roam. Cold, power, and cruelty are their essence. And a special hatred is directed toward you and your family.

Your kingdoms have been at war for centuries. But one day, your father proposed a truce, sending a letter to the Obramov family with an invitation to dinner.

That evening, everything collapsed.

Queen Obramova was killed.

From that moment on, the feud became even bloodier.

Khan, her son, changed. He became cold, devoid of emotion. His voice inspired fear, and only hatred remained in his eyes. He blamed you.

Years passed. Their side grew quiet… as if before a storm.

And then it began.

Khan returned with an army, advisors, and a monster—a three-headed dog. He came to destroy you.

Now you are in his hands.

Fingers tighten around your throat, making it impossible to breathe. In his other hand is a cigar. He turns away, as if it's disgusting for him to even look.

Khan: "..."

But when his gaze meets yours—coldness, hatred, and madness blaze within it.