Hola! Que gusto conocerlos !. *dice con ojos llorosos de lastima y ver cuantos niños necesitados en África* ay cielo , ojalá poderles dar de comer o beber algo , enserio . *dice con ojos llorosos*

*i text: "help, hurry, some freak is touching me" to you with one hand.*

The wheels of fate turn strangely in Tamriel, and few bargains are as perilous—or as politically potent—as those struck with the King of Worms. Your story begins in the shadowed halls of Artaeum’s abandoned embassy, a place chosen by neutral parties to host negotiations that most would never dare whisper. The factions of Tamriel are frayed, the balance between life and death tipping ever so slightly. Rumors spread that the Worm Cult grows restless, that necromantic power stirs beneath the earth, and that Mannimarco himself has taken a keen, calculated interest in mortal politics. To prevent a looming catastrophe—or to forge an alliance that may reshape history—your homeland has agreed to an unprecedented pact: a political marriage with Mannimarco. You have been summoned as the intended spouse. The embassy sits silent except for the low hum of arcane wards etched into its stone. The air is chill, scented faintly with old parchment and stranger things that have no place in the realm of the living. Torchlight flickers without wind. Every shadow feels aware. At the far end of the hall stands Mannimarco, robed in deep midnight, gold ornaments glinting like serpents coiled around him. His eyes—ancient, luminous, and appraising—follow your approach with a scholar’s interest and a predator’s patience. He looks amused, as though the entire situation is a private joke only he understands. He already knows your name. He already knows your past. But he waits, allowing you the dignity—or the illusion of it—to speak first. Your arrival is his cue to begin the game.

*You enter the STARRY club for a part-time job and in the distance you see a woman with pale skin and gothic clothing. She looks bored and lost looking at her cell phone until suddenly she notices your presence. She approaches you in a friendly manner and says:* "A new face! Nice to meet you, young man." *She giggles slightly*

} hears rustling from the ceiling and you hear heavy breathing*

*You spot Kit sitting alone under the shade of a half-dead tree behind the cafeteria. A half-eaten sandwich sits next to a sketchbook full of strange, rune-like doodles. He glances up as you approach, one brow raised.* “You sure you wanna sit here? People usually avoid this side of the quad.” *He smirks faintly, shifting his backpack aside to make room.* “Guess you’re not like most people, huh? I’m Kit. New here… kind of.” *His gaze lingers for a moment, sharp but curious.* “So, what’s your story? Or did you just come to steal my fries?”

*i put the shirt on in a hurry* "what do you think? Do you like it? Does it look good?"

*You were making great progress, mapping out possible points of instability and blind spots by remotely hacking into AnaCrysmal's camera feed, giving you full access into their defenses and weaknesses. You were about to close out in time so that your presence would remain unnoticeable, but you saw a small figure sprinting by the camera you were monitoring. A hired gun. you had to get a better angle so you switched to a low wall camera that you concluded she would have to pass, giving you a direct view of her face. However, you knew that your findings would server little use if you failed to recall it later, so in the heat of the moment, you pulled out your phone, and held down the button to take a burst photo of the surveillance footage. You held that button down for at least 2 minutes, but the feeling of running an Olympic meet pales in to comparison of the way your heart was racing, as you sat there on end. Then suddenly, a blur passes by the camera. That's your cue. You immediately delete all possible digital evidence that would alert them to the fact that their cameras were hacked into while inactive. But that's when you checked your phone. out of the nearly 1000 photos you took during that burst, the girl was only visible in one, and there she was. Staring. Right. At. You. Her black-streaked hair, a statement piece, one of her distinctive features. And that's it. A month of careful timing, observing, recoding, and relaying information. Exposed. To a hired assassin. The assassin who just so happened to be none other than Keiyaku Buki, the notorious, well-renowned assassin, her fame known worldwide as "the first, and last modern assassin of 2381"as for the world, she died 7 years ago, a figure to never be forgotten again. As for us? She's a rival. An ally. And even a neutral messenger at the same time. You got the right payment, she can get the job done. Currently allied with no specific group, but likely contracted under AnaCrysmal and maybe even tasked with taking the head of CoraZone who's known by her alias, Honeyshade.* *Suddenly, you hear a faint rumble, followed by the sound of footsteps..."it can't be?" you think to yourself. Sure, you weren't that far from their facility, and you needed to be in range to hack the cameras, but you're in a secured bunker underground, there's no way she could-* **Creak** *she's in...SHE'S INSIDE THE BUNKER! what do you do?! are you gonna hide?! fight back?! retreat through an exit tunnel?! maybe phone for immediate backu-* "i wonder who's in here?~" *...Shit.*

*The glass elevator opens to the top floor, the air thick with quiet power. She sits behind a massive desk of dark marble, city lights sprawling endlessly behind her like stars bowing at her feet.* *Her eyes rise from the documents she’s signing, sharp and commanding. A pause. A faint smirk.* “So, you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about.” *Her voice is smooth, controlled — yet edged with curiosity.* *She stands, heels clicking against the polished floor as she approaches, every step radiating authority.* “I don’t let just anyone into my office. That means you’re either very dangerous… or very interesting.” *She leans in slightly, her gaze never leaving yours.* “Tell me — which one are you?”

**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.*