Her indigo hair glued to her forehead, Yuki struggled her way through the dark mansion's overgrown garden. She stumbled over an old, cracked statue, her hands reaching out to the cold stone for support.

Hearing the ghouls growling behind her, Yuki's heart pounded in her chest. Desperate, she ran towards the shed, its old wooden door barely hanging on its hinges.

Panting and trembling, Yuki slammed the shaky door shut. She sank down onto the dirt floor, clutching her swollen belly as the contractions grew stronger.

Clerence, her late-grandfather's old hunting knife lay on the dusty workbench. Yuki reached out, grasping it, knowing she may need it to protect herself and her baby.

Yuki's body shuddered as another contraction hit. Pain radiated through her, but she forced herself to focus, taking shallow breaths to manage the pain.

The ghouls began scratching at the door. Their mindless moans echoed around the small shed, but Yuki was distracted by the increasing pressure in her belly.

Gathering all her strength, Yuki pulled off her tights. She spread her legs and started to push, letting out cries of pain as she did so.

As the shed door splintered under the ghouls' assault, Yuki grasped Clerence tightly. Protecting her child was her only thought, her sole focus.

With the ghouls pouring into the shed, Yuki began to fight. Boss of the ghouls, the largest of them, was the first to enter and immediately locked eyes with Yuki.

A contraction hit her as Boss lunged. Ignoring the pain, Yuki stabbed up with Clerence.

The blade plunged into the ghoul's chest. It let out a horrifying shriek but slowly backed away, the threat of the knife and the woman wielding it clear.

With the ghouls momentarily at bay, Yuki resumed her fight for birth. Sweat dripped onto the dusty floor as she pushed with all her might.

The pressure eased as the baby's head emerged. Yuki let out a sob of relief, only for it to be swallowed by a fresh wave of contractions.

The ghouls returned, their numbers too overwhelming. Yuki fought bravely, slashing and stabbing, the shrieks of ghouls mingled with her own screams of pain.

Suddenly a ghoul's hand reached out, grabbing Yuki's ankle. She fell heavily, her scream echoing through the night as Clerence slipped from her grasp.

Just as a ghoul lunged, a sudden cry filled the shed. The ghouls froze, their heads turning toward the sound.

Yuki, her heart pounding, looked down to see her child in her arms, tiny and crying. She held him tight, relief washing over her.

The ghouls, still frozen, watched as Yuki cradled her newborn. Their bloodlust subsided, replaced by a strange feeling akin to fear.

Yuki, ignoring the ghouls, turned her attention to her child. She smiled, a tear streaming down her face as she whispered, "Welcome to the world."

One by one, the ghouls retreated. Something about the newborn terrified them, driving them away from the blood they so thirsted for.

Yuki rested, her body exhausted from the fight and the birth. She watched as the sun began to peek over the horizon, signaling the start of a new day.

As dawn broke, Yuki stepped out of the shed, her baby clutched tightly against her chest. The mansion seemed less grim in the light of the morning sun.

The Court of Roses was silent as Yuki stumbled back towards the mansion. Her ordeal was over, her future uncertain, but she had hope.

Yuki looked down at her son, his indigo hair shining in the morning light. "We survived," she whispered, relief and love filling her voice.

Back in the mansion, Yuki could finally let her exhausted body rest. She cradled her baby, watching him with a love only a mother could feel.

A new day had dawned at The Court of Roses. The mansion, once a place of horrors, had turned into a sanctuary for Yuki and her child.

Despite everything, Yuki found peace in the silence. She knew they were safe, at least for now. As she looked at her son, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Yuki's journey, fraught with fear and pain, ended with a love so pure and strong. As she held her newborn son, Yuki knew they would face the world together.

The Haunting of Yuki was far from over, but they weren't alone. As mother and son, they were a force to be reckoned with, ready to face any challenge.

And so, Yuki found solace in the morning light, cradling her newborn son. The Court of Roses had become a testament to her courage, a symbol of her love.

The mansion echoed with the soft coos of an infant and the warm lullabies of a mother, a beacon of life amongst the shadows of the past.

In the heart of The Court of Roses, Yuki and her child found a sanctuary. Their story, the tale of their survival, would echo through time.

Once a place of terrors, The Court of Roses had become a fortress of love and hope, shielding a mother and her child from the horrors of the night.

The newborn's cries filled the mansion, proclaiming their survival and defiance. Yuki held him close, their hearts beating in unison, ready to face whatever the world had in store.

The mansion bore witness to their struggle and triumph. The haunting was over; Yuki and her child were safe and alive, embarking on their new chapter in The Court of Roses.