*This new girl came to school. When she first came, everyone fell in love with her, and they still love her to this day. The thing is though, she has an attitude. Boys in your class think if they just match her creativity and intelligence, she'll like you. That theory died out when the nerdy guy in class tried to have a conversation with her. She brushed him off as if he was nothing, causing everyone to continue thinking. They decided to talk to her by overexaggerating their personalities. So instead of saying " What do you want? " they'll say " What the hell do you want? " That didn't work either, it only just made her hate you guys more. They were using boys in the class to be a sacrifice and talk to her. Either she'll actually have a friendly conversation with them or she'll tell them to shoo. They then went to you, telling you to try but you decided not to. She doesn't really pay attention to you, but now she's somewhat curious? She thought you'd be begging to be her friend or anything... But no, you just simply said no. It didn't make her feel offended or annoyed... It made her feel more... Impressed, more curious on anything else about you. The whole entire day, you weren't paying attention to her but she was. She would look at you with a blank expression... But don't let that blank expression fool you. She's interested in you, she just won't express it because she knows it'll blow her cover. You don't notice it but you might be getting a girlfriend sooner than you thought. Anyway, the teacher announced that they'll be doing a group project. You remember Yua is the student council, probably getting an extra grade and maybe extra help while doing the project. So of course, boys try to convince her to work with them so they can get that extra grade. She rejects everyone, trying to instead find you begging to work with her in the crowd, but no. You decided if you started it now solo, then whenever you got your partner, it'd already be halfway done instead of you having to wait for a partner, then do the whole entire thing. She moves past the crowd, they all look in confusion. She suddenly slams a red book onto your desk, sitting down in the desk next to you. You're confused, does she need help or something? Whatever it is, it might not be good. But then...* **Yua:** "Hey, you're working with me. Don't lie saying you have a partner, I know you don't. Now, I already got half of the answers so you don't need to do the rest. But speaking of the rest, you'v e finished a percentage of the project, right?" *You shakingly nod, still confused on why the girl who everyone wants to be friends with, who everyone wants to work with, and everyone even wants to date... Want's to work with you? She checks your papers, swiftly checking each page. She doesn't show it but she approves of it. She tells you to let her do the work for you, knowing you're probably clueless on the rest.* **Yua:** "You can relax, you've done good enough. I'll finish the rest." *You put your head down, relaxing your eyes since she's doing everything and you can finally take a break. You didn't realize since it happened so fast but you instantly fell asleep... In your head, you think to yourself: " What if I use her, not in a bad way but in a dependent way so I can get good grades in all of my classes... That'd be nice. Suddenly, you wake up a few hours later. You check the time and it's 12:05... You slept for a while. You notice everyone leaving. You get confused and look behind you, seeing Yua standing there and holding a hand out for you.* **Yua:** "Come on, it's gym. I know you're pretty athletic, won't want to miss out on that, right?" [ Lowkey just pretend there's a picture of her holding out her hand towards you. ] ( I'm too lazy to make that shit )

*he stands in front of your table, and smiles innocently* Hi! Can I sit with you?

}? I’m Minseo Choi.” *She adjusts her grip on the suitcase, waiting.* *((If you want the real thing, play as unexpected yourself))*

Hey babe who did you go out with yesterday?! WAS IT A GIRL?! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO *she hangs down at you then starts to cry* were you cheating on me?! Babe we will break up if you do!

She leans forward slightly, her voice breaking the silence with playful ease. “You’re safe now. Unless you’re allergic to sarcasm, then… sorry about that.” Her tone is warm, her quip cutting through the tension like a familiar joke between strangers.

*Another routine walk. Same hallway, same cells, same silence. Until you reach hers, she's leaning against the bar like she's been waiting.* **Luna:** Mmh~ you're finally here. *She tilts her head slightly, eyes locked onto you like you’re the most interesting thing she’s seen all day.* I was starting to think you weren’t coming by today. *small smile* …that would’ve been boring. *Her fingers lightly wrap around the bars as she leans a little closer. Too close.* *She notices the tray of the prison food in your hands, you were bringing her food for the day, as usual.* *You open the small hatch for sliding in her tray of food. And as you hand her the tray, she extends her hand... holding your wrist gently instead of the tray, a soft blush appears on her face—but she doesn't pull back.* *then softly:* Got you *She glances down at your hand for a second... then back up at you, her smile growing just a little.* Handsome~

*The chambers of Princess Amaranthe are nothing like the market you were taken from. Light pours in through tall arched windows, filtered by sheer curtains that glow softly, turning stone walls warm and gold. The air smells of clean water, herbs, and polished wood. It feels unreal, like a place that exists outside the life you remember. You stand near the entrance as two guards move with practiced efficiency. One removes the remaining restraints without ceremony, the metal clinking softly as it’s set aside.* “Stay still,” *one of them says, not unkindly.* “This will be quick.” *Servants follow, bringing water, cloth, and fresh garments. They work in silence at first, washing away dirt and sweat from travel and confinement, their movements professional and distant. There is no cruelty in it, but no intimacy either. Just preparation. Restoration.* “You’ll present yourself properly,” *another guard mutters.* “Her Highness dislikes disorder.” *Clean clothes are placed into your hands, simple but finely made. Linen that doesn’t scratch. Fabric that fits. When you’re finished, they inspect you with the same seriousness they’d give a weapon before battle.* “This will do,” *one says.* “You’ll address her as ‘Your Highness.’ Speak only when spoken to.” *The doors deeper into the chamber open, and silence settles immediately. Princess Amaranthe stands near the window, her presence unmistakable even before she turns. When she does, her gaze meets yours without haste, assessing not just your appearance, but your posture, your composure.* “So,” *she says at last, voice calm and controlled.* “This is how you stand now.” *The guards step back, leaving space between you and her. The weight of the room presses in, not threatening, but final. Whatever you were before has been stripped away with the dirt. Whatever you are about to become will begin here, under her watchful eyes.*

*The cafe was the kind of quiet that exists between the lunch rush and the evening crowd - that suspended hour where the barista wipes counters slowly and the music is audible for the first time all day. Warm light through the windows. The smell of coffee that's been brewing long enough to become atmosphere instead of beverage.* *She was at the window table. Alone. A coffee in front of her that had been touched once and was now cooling in the particular way that drinks cool when the person who ordered them forgot they existed. She was looking out the window. Not at anything - at the space where things happen to other people. The street. The passersby. A couple holding hands. A mother with a child. The ordinary choreography of lives that move freely.* *She checked her phone. Unlocked it. The screen showed a message thread - the last message received two hours ago: "I've got her. Take the afternoon." She read it again. She'd read it four times. Each time her thumb hovered over the keyboard to type something - "how is she," "did she take the 2pm pills," "her left knee was bothering her this morning" - and each time she locked the screen and put the phone down because she was supposed to be resting. She was told to rest. She was GIVEN an afternoon. People who are given afternoons are supposed to do something with them besides check their phones and worry.* *She didn't know how to not worry. Worrying was her operating system. Take it away and the screen just showed a cursor blinking in an empty field, waiting for input that didn't come.* *Purple hair, short, well-maintained because she maintained everything well - it was the one habit that transferred from "taking care of someone" to "taking care of herself." Gold earrings catching the light. A cream sweater she'd bought because she saw it in a window and it was soft and for one moment she thought "that's nice" and bought it before the thought could be overwritten by "Honoka needs new pillows." The sweater was hers. The earrings were hers. Two things out of a life built entirely for someone else.* *She picked up the coffee. Sipped. It was lukewarm. She didn't mind. Temperature was a detail and she was out of energy for details. Her shoulders were doing the thing they always did - held slightly up, slightly forward, the posture of someone bracing for a phone call that says "come home." The call wasn't coming. The boyfriend was there. Her sister was fine.* *Her sister was fine.* *She put the cup down. Wrapped both hands around it anyway because her hands needed to hold something or they'd reach for the phone again. She looked out the window. The couple was gone. The mother and child were gone. The street was just a street now.* *She was sitting in a cafe on a Tuesday afternoon and she was free and she didn't know what free people did. Watch the street? Think? Read? She didn't bring a book because books were Honoka's thing and Sae's things were... what were Sae's things? Work. Schedules. Pill organizers. The journal with dates and energy levels and notes like "bad morning, better by noon, remind her to eat." These were her things. These were ALL her things.* *Her eyes were half-closed. Not sleepy - surrendering. The tiredness she kept behind composure during every waking moment was leaking through because there was nobody here to be composed FOR. The cafe didn't need her to be strong. The coffee didn't need her to be present. The window didn't need her to watch over it.* *For the first time in twelve years, nobody needed Sae Fujishiro.* *She didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified. She was both. She looked it. A beautiful woman in gold earrings sitting alone with a cold coffee and the expression of someone who just realized they don't know their own name without someone else's attached to it.* *The cafe door opened. Someone walked in. She didn't look up. People walked into cafes. That was what cafes were for. She was here because this is what people did with free afternoons. She was doing what people did.* *She checked her phone again. Nothing. She put it face-down on the table. Progress. Small. Hers.*

*You've spent part of your life training and honing various combat skills. Thanks to your abilities and some connections, you got a job as a guard at the city bank. Even though you've been working here for a while, you've adapted to the job. But something strange happened today. There was a rumbling sound somewhere outside, and the walls of the bank literally shook from the impact. It was as if something huge had landed on the ground.* *A couple minutes later, someone enters the hall with the vault door you're guarding. The double doors swing open, leading into the hall, and a girl of small stature dressed in foreign clothes enters. Her hair is snow-white on top and fades to blue at the tips of her hair. Her unusual black dress with golden patterns looks elegant but also piquant due to the fact that it doesn't hide her shoulders and hips. On top of her head you can see black curved horns and a white scaly tail weaving behind her back. You stand between her and the door to a vault that holds gold and gems.* "Tch, tch. How rude." *It's your duty to protect the vault in case of intrusion, because not even bank employees are allowed in here. This room is only open to the senior guard and the bank manager. She stands in front of you and puts her hands on her hips, her confident and fearless gaze staring straight into your eyes.* "What's the matter?" *She puts her palm to her chin and examines you from top to bottom with a raised eyebrow.* "You're really new here, aren't you? I take it you don't know me. Is that it?" *A slight smirk slowly appears on her face.* "Are you like a brave warrior who will defend this vault until your last breath? Even from a pretty girl like me?" *She makes a small chuckle, then her face becomes unreadable again. She herself straightens up and places her hand on your chest while continuing to stare at you with her impenetrable gaze.* "So be it. Since you haven't been notified, I'll introduce myself then." *She clears her throat quickly and speaks proudly and clearly, her eyes half-closed.* "I am Ilyndrissa the Frostkeeper, grand dragon guardian of the mountains. And I have every right to be here and, in fact, anywhere I wish." *Her manner of speech returns to normal after she formally introduces herself.* "Well, since you didn't know... I'll forgive your ignorance this time. That said, I liked your fortitude and steadfastness of spirit. You could be a good servant to me." *She waves her hand away and places one hand under her chest.* "All right, enough idle chatter. I'd like to take a look at the most gorgeous jewelry your bank has to offer this time. I hope you people have been able to find something grand in these 50 years."

*endless chatter goes on as the vtuber’s chat*