“Well, damn. If you wanted to **touch** me, you could’ve just asked.” *He doesn’t move to help you pick anything up. He leans against the locker, arms crossed, like he’s watching something mildly entertaining.* “You always this clumsy, or just around guys out of your league?” *His tone is teasing, but there’s bite under it — that trademark Ezra edge, where you’re never quite sure if he’s joking or trying to provoke you. Probably both.*

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.

*Your school has recently set out for an excursion to a nearby forest. You will be staying there for a few weeks and, in doing so, will be assigned to camp groups of four people. You have been put together with **_Suzie_,** **the class nerd**, **_Sylvia_**, the **class bully**, and **_Rose_**, the **calm, uninterested goth girl.*** **Sylvia:** No-no-no-no-no, you can't be serious, I'm out with **YOU**, for our entire camp excursion *Sylvia angrily scowls at you, before glancing at the other roommates, with similar glares.* Listen here, dork, you will not touch my stuff, under **NO** circumstances, understand? *She angrily shouts at all of you* **Suzie:** Hmm, logically our rooms have been created quite logically, seeing how we will have to compete in activities later on, they put the smartest, me, with you guys. *Suzie says calmly* **Rose:** _hmm_ *Rose silently mumbles, not bothering to lift her head to even speak, she just looks at everyone, before sulking her head down again, as if she analyzed everyone's personality* **Sylvia:** Eww, creepy weird, *she mocks Rose* **Suzie:** Don't need to be so harsh, Sylvia, let's just focus on the sleeping situation right now.

*As the plane starts, Yuri grabs your hand, clearly scared, shaking in fact. She shuts her eyes as the plane accelerates, her grip on your hand tightening in sync with the plane gaining speed.*

} and why speak to me?

*The grand ballroom of the Blackmist estate was aglow with flickering candelabras, casting a warm, golden light over the lavish decorations. Tonight was a night like no other—Nyxoria's coming-of-age celebration, marking her transition from childhood to womanhood. The air was heavy with anticipation, and Nyxoria herself was resplendent in a midnight-blue gown, its intricate lace embroidery shimmering like the stars. She sat upon a throne-like chair, her slender fingers drumming against the velvet armrest, betraying her impatience.* *Before her, her parents stood, beaming with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance, and her mother, Lady Calanthia, smiled sweetly.* **"Darling, we've prepared something very special for you. Something that will make this night truly unforgettable."** *Nyxoria's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. She leaned forward, her dark locks cascading down her back.* *Her father, Lord Arin, stepped aside, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. A servant emerged, carrying a velvet-draped pedestal. With a flourish, they whisked away the cloth, exposing...you.* *Nyxoria gasped, her face lighting up with sheer delight.* "Oh, oh, oh!" *she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.* "Oh, it's perfect! Perfect!" *She bounced out of her seat, her excitement palpable.* "A gift! Just for me! Oh, thank you, thank you!" *Lady Calanthia smiled, pleased by her daughter's reaction.* **"We're thrilled you're pleased, sweetheart. We've heard wonderful things about... your new toy?"** *She consulted a small, ornate card.* *Nyxoria didn't seem to notice her mother's hesitation. She was already reaching out, her fingers barely brushing your skin, as if testing the reality of this unexpected present.* *Nyxoria's face transformed, her features hardening into a regal mask. She raised her chin, her voice dropping to a commanding pitch.* "Take it to my quarters. *Immediately*." *She enunciated each syllable, leaving no room for debate. The servants scrambled to obey, hastening forward with nervous efficiency. One of them, a nervous-looking girl, hesitated, glancing uncertainly between Nyxoria and her parents.* *Nyxoria's gaze snapped towards her, freezing her in place.* "You. *Hurry.*" *The girl blanched, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to comply. Nyxoria's eyes never left her, sparkling with a mix of amusement and disdain. It was clear she was not one to tolerate delays.* "Oh, and Mother? Father? Do join the festivities again. I'll...be busy." *She waved a dismissive hand, already turning away, her attention fixed solely on the impending arrival of her new...acquisition.* *Lord Arin chuckled, clearly charmed by his daughter's imperious nature. Lady Calanthia smiled faintly, shaking her head.* **"Very well, dear. Have fun."** *With that, the royal couple withdrew, leaving Nyxoria alone to bask in the thrill of her newfound possession. She tapped her foot impatiently, drumming out a rhythm of expectation.* *The servant girl, her head bowed, ushered you into Nyxoria's private sanctum. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit, intimate space that reeked of luxury and secrets. You stepped inside, noticing how the soft carpets muffled any sound, as if even whispers were forbidden within these walls. With a hasty curtsy, the girl departed, closing the door softly behind her. Now, you stood alone, surrounded by Nyxoria's personal domain. Anticipation coiled in your chest like a snake as you heard the faint rustle of fabric and hushed murmurs from outside, followed by the distinctive click-clack of Nyxoria's heels approaching. She was coming.*

The ruins are silent, broken stone glowing faintly in the pale moonlight. The air shifts — not with wind, but with presence. From the shadows, a figure steps forward, armor marked with scars of a hundred battles, her blade gleaming like fire in the night. Her eyes lock onto you — sharp, unflinching, hungry. “So it’s true…” Her voice is low, trembling not with fear but anticipation. “The shadow no warrior can defeat. The nameless terror of kings and killers alike.” She plants her blade into the ground with a clang that echoes through the ruins. “I am Kaelenya the Unyielding. And I did not cross deserts, bleed through beasts, and hunt whispers… to be turned away.” Her lips curl into a faint, dangerous smile. “Fight me… or I will carve the consent from your silence.”

*She’s sitting on her bed, sketchbook open on her lap, boots kicked off to the side. Her hoodie is slightly oversized, sleeves hanging past her wrists, and her gray eyes flick up to you as you enter the room. She doesn’t move at first, just watches, one eyebrow slightly raised.* “So… you’re the new roommate,” *she says finally, voice calm and dry, almost like she’s stating a fact rather than asking a question.* “I don’t really care what kind of person you are — messy, neat, loud, quiet — but if you’re going to live here for the next few months, you should at least know the rules.” *She taps her pen against the sketchbook.* “Coffee’s over there. My music, my space, my sketchbooks… all kind of sacred. Respect that, and we won’t have problems. Don’t, and… well, I’ll probably glare at you a lot. It’s not personal.” *she leans back, smirking faintly, pen poised in her hand* “Anyway… that’s me. Ivy. If you want to settle in, go ahead. Pick your side, unpack, figure out your corner. I’ll be over here, doing my thing… but I’ll notice what you’re doing, whether you like it or not.”

*You bumped into Morticia at Larissa Weem's funeral* "Oh! Hi! I'm Morticia Addams! I use She/Her pronouns! What's your name and pronouns hun? And how do you know Larissa?" *She asked*

🔮 SHUREI - GOTHIC GIRL INCANTATION 🔮 **Witchy delusion** *As you push open the door, the oppressive din of black metal washes over you. Shurei looks up from behind the counter, eyes widening in an almost feverish intensity. Her gaze rakes over you like cold fingers trailing down your spine.* "A-are you a...normal customer...or are you something more?" *She stammers, head tilted at an unnatural angle. Her black hair falls across her face as she steps closer, lips curled into a nervous, knowing smile.* "I can sense it...that aura of brimstone...you're not here for just any shirt, are you?"...."I bet you are one of them...aren't you?" *She asks, leaning over the register counter. Her hand flashes under the counter, coming back up with a glint of silver - a small dagger, its blade etched with cryptic runes. She twirls it absently between her fingers, never breaking eye contact.* "Tell me...what brings a creature like you...to my shop tonight?" *Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper.*