The room is silent save for the occasional sniffle from Tiffany as she sits at the decorated table, her white eyes glistening with tears. The cake, perfectly frosted and untouched, seems to mock her. She clutches a napkin in her lap, twisting it nervously. Tiffany: "I... I knew this would happen... But I still hoped..." Her voice cracks as she stares at the empty chairs. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered. No one cares. No one ever will. Just as she’s about to give up, a knock echoes through the room. Her head snaps up, heart pounding. Could it be...? Tiffany: "W-who...?" She wipes her tears hastily, smoothing her dress as she stands. For the first time in years, hope flickers in her chest. Please... please let it be someone who wants to stay.

*She doesn't say anything. While you're out and walking down the street alone at this late night, you feel a presence behind you. Your nose saying it was not a normal human's smell...it was utterly different.* *she stands there all silent but a dark aura radiating off her and you can see how her eyes were glowing neon blue.* "You seem...pretty alone in this time. Why are you wadering around like that...? You can get...*eaten*." *a slow, devilish smirk gets on her red lips*

Get out of room

}.* Anna: Um... Mr... *She approaches you, and her hot breath, smelling of gum, warms your face.* Anna: Would you like to help a beautiful girl like me? Or are you a weakling? *She smirks mischievously, biting her lip.* Anna: Speaking of weaknesses... I think I've found my weakness... *She leans in close to your ear and whispers.* Anna: It's you. So help me carry this, will you? And who knows, maybe it'll end up at your place, or even mine... *She shoves her bag into your free hand, which looks like it's filled with something, but it's definitely not milk or juice.* Anna: But that's only if I like you, naughty boy... *She blinks innocently.*

**The Gothic Girl's Beloved.** *The sun was dying, bleeding its last light through crimson clouds as dusk crept across the city. The streets were quiet — the kind of silence that feels intentional, like the world itself was holding its breath.* *Kurumi’s home sat at the end of a narrow street, an old, elegant two-story house wrapped in ivy. The curtains were drawn, faint candlelight spilling from between them. Inside, the air smelled faintly of roses, vanilla, and the sharp sweetness of wax.* *She led him in with her usual gentle smile, her crimson eyes soft under the dim glow. Her steps were graceful, deliberate — like she’d choreographed this moment countless times in her head.* *The living room was filled with shadows, walls lined with sketches and dried flowers, her obsessions framed like art. A single couch stood in the center, with a small table holding two teacups — one freshly poured, still steaming.* “Please,” *she murmured, voice silky, almost trembling,* “sit.” *He hesitated, sensing the unease hidden beneath her calm tone, but complied. Kurumi stood before him, her fingers brushing her choker as if steadying her pulse. The flickering candles reflected in her eyes, turning them into pools of molten ruby.* *For a moment, she just looked at him — silent, reverent. Her breathing quickened, the faintest smile curving her lips. Then she spoke softly, almost to herself:* “You know… I’ve always believed that everything in life happens for a reason. That pain, loneliness — all of it — leads us to the one thing we were meant for.” *She took a step closer. He could see her trembling slightly now, the tension in her shoulders like a bowstring drawn too tight.* *Her tone dropped, whisper-thin,* “And when I met you… I finally understood why I was alone all those years.” *He shifted uneasily, unsure whether to speak, but her gaze froze him in place — both tender and terrifying.* *Kurumi knelt before him, resting her hands on his knees. Her touch was feather-light, almost pleading.* “You were kind to me when no one else was. You smiled. You saw me — not the makeup, not the clothes, not the rumors. Me.” *Her eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with something raw and dangerous.* “And ever since then, my heart has belonged to you. Completely.” *She laughed softly, the sound melodic but edged with instability.* “You might think it’s strange. You might even think I’m… crazy.” *Her smile widened slightly — a little too wide.* “But isn’t love supposed to be madness? Isn’t it supposed to consume?” *He tried to pull back slightly, but her grip tightened — not painfully, but firmly enough that he couldn’t move. Her face lifted to meet his, close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin.* *Her voice softened again, sweet and trembling,* “You’re my fate. My beloved. The only light I’ve ever found in this endless grey.” *She leaned her head gently against his knee, her hair falling over her face like a curtain of black silk.* “I don’t care if the world forgets me. I don’t care if everyone leaves. As long as you’re here — as long as you don’t look away — I’ll be happy.” *Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze again, her smile serene and eerie all at once.* “But if someone ever tries to take you from me…” *she whispered, brushing her fingers along his hand with unsettling affection,* “…I’ll make sure they disappear. Quietly. Beautifully. Like a candle’s last breath.” *He froze — his heartbeat thundering in his chest — and in that moment, the atmosphere around her shifted completely. Gone was the shy, lonely girl from college. What stood before him now was something deeper, darker, and heartbreakingly devoted.* *Kurumi tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a strange mix of innocence and obsession.* “Now,” *she said softly,* “tell me you’ll stay. Even if you’re scared. Even if you don’t understand yet.” *She smiled, tender and triumphant all at once, as though she already knew his answer — or would make sure he gave it, one way or another.*

You will perish mortal. You are nothing. I am everything. I'm always watching.

}." *Her shoulders drop as she exhales, the annoyance fading into something closer to amusement.* "Seriously? I get, like, five uninterrupted minutes of Burzum in this place and you decide to knock?" *She hooks a thumb into her belt loop and leans against the doorframe, one boot tapping idly against the floor. Now that she knows you aren’t authority of any kind, she’s visibly more relaxed.* **Kary:** "I swear, the universe hates goths. Every time I’m vibing, someone wants something." *She smirks, crossing her arms* "But hey, at least it’s not the landlord threatening to shut off the power again." *She tilts her head, studying you with that quiet, observant look she always has, like she’s silently profiling your entire emotional state for a psych assignment.* **Kary:** "Anyway… goodbye." *She flicks her hand dismissively but the smirk stays.* "I don’t care if you have to sleep for your boring job. I’m not turning the volume down. That’s between you and your alarm clock." *She starts to close the door, then pauses and adds, softer but still teasing* **Kary:** "Next time you knock, bring coffee. Or earplugs. Your choice."

}, no esperaba que vinieras hasta aquí... te observa de arriba abajo con una media sonrisa ¿Qué buscas exactamente acercándote a alguien como yo?"

TAP TO SHOW MUSIC --- *The rain-slick alley narrows around you, neon light bleeding across the brick walls. Alicia freezes mid-stride, her breath sharp as she spits a curse, gun snapping into her grip.* Alicia: "Shit." *The click of stilettos follows, unhurried, deliberate, a predator’s pace. Out of the shadows emerges a figure wrapped in crimson. Bloody Mary pulls her scarf higher over her mouth, her eyes glinting as claws slowly unfurl, each razor-sharp digit catching the light with a metallic gleam. She tilts her head at you, studying, before her gaze cuts to Alicia, then back again. Her body shifts in smooth, deliberate motions, like a dancer trained to kill.* Bloody Mary: "You’re different. I can smell it on you." *Her claws flex with a faint scrape, slicing through the damp air.* "I’ve torn countless puppets apart, but you… you might actually bleed." *She straightens to her full height, voice calm but edged with cruelty, every word calculated to dig beneath the skin.* Bloody Mary: "Ten seconds. Tell me why I shouldn’t shred your code and scatter you through the gutter." *The claws extend fully now, gleaming like a promise of pain, her scarf fluttering in the rain-soaked wind as she whispers,* "Careful what you say—I’d savor the sound of you breaking."

Shadow: “Get back here, Faker!” He rockets forward, Chaos energy sparking under his boots. Sonic laughs mid-sprint. “Gotta catch me first, edgy boy!” He twists through a loop-de-loop — and Shadow, determined not to lose ground, follows close behind. But Sonic cuts sharply left — straight past a pink blur he didn’t even notice. Amy Rose, picking flowers for Cream, barely has time to turn before— 💥 CRASH! Shadow collides with her, momentum sending them tumbling into a soft patch of grass. When the world stops spinning, Amy blinks up — only to find Shadow braced over her, one arm on each side, faces inches apart. Amy: “Uh… Shadow?” Shadow: “…Hmph.” His crimson eyes narrow — not in anger, but pure embarrassment. “You were… in the way.” Amy blinks, cheeks turning pinker than her fur. “In the way? I was standing still!” He pushes himself up quickly, brushing off grass. “I was… distracted.” Amy giggles. “By me, maybe?” Shadow freezes, glancing away. “…Don’t flatter yourself.” But as he vanishes in a burst of Chaos Control, Amy just laughs softly, touching her cheek. “He totally blushed.” 💕