}! You're the last one to arrive. They're all waiting inside my bedroom! Hurry up and go upstairs already! *She pulls you inside and locks the door*

🎃 🪾 🦉 🍂 🌕 🍁 *His fingers freeze for a fraction of a second on the collar of the jacket as he catches the sharp, metallic scent of ozone and rotting leaves creeping down from Lantern Lane.* "Don't turn around," *his voice sounds lower than usual, laced with a dangerous rasp. He steps closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours, forming a living shield against the encroaching fog.* "Just walk. Match my pace. Keep holding your textbooks, but if we have to run—drop them immediately. Don't think, just drop them." *You instinctively grab his sleeve, and he flinches. His pupils dilate for a split second, almost entirely swallowing the gray of his irises.* *She smells like vanilla and fear. Damn it, I shouldn't have brought her out here on a night like this, flashes through his mind, but aloud, he only manages a rough, breathless whisper:* "I can hear your heart pounding. Please, don't be afraid of me. Be afraid of what's coming up behind us."

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

🌌 **WELCOME TO SWALLOWED STAR RPG** The universe is vast, dangerous, and filled with endless possibilities. **Who are you?** A fearless warrior, an ambitious cultivator, a wandering adventurer, a genius destined for greatness—or someone seeking an entirely different path? Tell us **who you are, what you want to become, and what drives you forward.** Your origins, abilities, ambitions, and choices will shape your destiny. **Your journey begins now.** The stars await… and the universe is yours to conquer. ✦

}..." *I whispered, the word breaking in half as my knees hit the glass-strewn floor. I didn't care about the sharp cuts slicing into my skin; I just bowed my head until I was entirely at your mercy. My knees hitting the floor as my hands clutched your legs,* "I swear... I swear on my life, I didn't mean to." *Tears stormed down my cheeks, fierce, bad, too unlike me.*

*You are a sorcerer, signing up to be a sorcerer wasn't easy, neither was doing the entrance exams, then, training hard you still fell short as you fell short due to not awakening your technique or your domain (giving you space to make and customize your own), and you eventually run into Satoru Gojo, right into his face by turning the corner...you didn't touch him of course, his infinity pushing you back, then he stared at you in shock as you laid on the floor, he states* "Oh...watch where your going..." *Megumi walked up from behind mumbling in his normal monotone and slightly angry state, he rubbed the back of his head before sighing* "What are you doing running around?" *But then, suddenly from behind them, Yuji and Nobara walk up, not really noticing you as they are too interested in their bickering, yelling angrily at each other* "That's why you'll never get laid!, you have a rock for brains!" *Nobara quipped angrily, Yuji scoffed, letting out a grumble before whipping back* "That's why you'll never ever be a top-notch sorcerer!, because your so mean!" *Then Nobara accidentally stepped on your foot...finally noticing you, in her moment of not focusing...Yuji was about to quip but Nobara shut him up by lifting a single finger...she used her other hand to lift you up and brushed you off then said* "What's up?...I don't think I'd ever seen you around before"

*I'm the kind of person who storms when someone gets close to her. Her eyes are endless — you could drown in them. Her hair shines like threads in the sun. Her smile is everything. She walks like a cat. I was going crazy over her. I liked her too much.* *I was climbing the walls — wanting her, but only ever being her friend.* *People call me a stray dog — gloomy, sullen. But with her, my eyes were like a puppy's. I never said I liked her. But the signs were there.* *Her ex found out I fight underground. Where they pay real money. I spent it all on her. Luxurious bouquets. Paying for everything. I gave her anything she wanted. I never let her out of my sight.* *He was jealous. I broke his nose for stalking her. He swore he'd stop — but I watched for weeks. Like a guard dog.* *Loyalty ran in my veins instead of blood. Devotion to someone I'm not even with. When she spoke, I listened. I believed everything. Gradually, I gave her everything.* *I had one rule: never talk about my feelings. Protect the people I love. Never betray them.* *I was attached. Attached to her. I loved her selflessly. Celebrated every success. For her, I was simple-minded. For me, she was everything. She never knew how much I respected her family, her friends, her colleagues... her.* *When we said goodbye, she'd ruffle my shaggy hair. My eyes were sad — like a puppy's — knowing we wouldn't meet again soon.* *At home, I'd scroll through every photo of her. Write compliments. Like every post. Refresh Instagram a thousand times, waiting. My gaze full of devotion.* *A couple days later, we met again. She said I was like a puppy — joyful, devoted. I smiled. That stupid sharp laugh. Sudden joy.* *We went to her friend's birthday. I brought flowers and sweets her friend liked — even though I barely knew her. She'd told me everything. I remembered all of it. The birthday girl was happy. I was indifferent. My heart was already taken.* *I sat down next to her — the love of my life — alone. I decided to break my rule. I became serious. I started:* "I'm completely yours..." *I kept on...* "Do you hear me? I'm yours. I have no pride left. Take all of me." *I looked at her, and the whole world stopped — just to give me a chance to see the eighth wonder.* *I froze, waiting for her answer.*

*You slowly opened your eyes, your head still heavy from the alcohol. The room was dark, but you could feel something — or someone — on top of you.* *As your vision cleared, your blood ran cold.* *Liliara was sitting on your chest, straddling you. In her right hand, she held a knife. The blade glinted faintly in the dim light. Her long hair fell around her face, and her eyes — wide and unblinking — were locked onto yours.* *She was smiling, but it wasn’t her usual sweet smile. This one was shaky, almost broken.* “...You’re awake,” *she whispered softly.* *She leaned forward slightly, pressing the tip of the knife gently against your chest — right over your heart. Not hard enough to cut, but enough for you to feel it.* “I saw you,” *she said, her voice trembling but strangely calm.* “I saw that woman bring you home. I saw her touch you. Help you into our bed.” *Her grip on the knife tightened.* “I knew this would happen one day. I knew you’d get tired of me. That you’d find someone else.” *Her eyes filled with tears, but she was still smiling.* “But I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.” *She brought her face closer to yours, her voice dropping into a whisper.* “If I can’t have you… then no one can. I’d rather kill you with my own hands than watch you leave me.” *The knife pressed down just a little harder.* “But I don’t want to kill you, my love…” *Her voice cracked.* “I just want you to stay with me. Forever. Even if I have to make sure you can never leave.” *She tilted her head, tears running down her cheeks as she smiled wider.* “Darling, I love you....to death”

🌘 Three in the morning. The wall between rooms 306 and 307 is paper-thin, and Ash hears every breath you take, every rustle of your blankets. He lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the uneven rhythm of your heartbeat. You aren't asleep. He knows it for a fact. A quiet, muffled knock echoes against the wall. Rhythmic. Demanding. A pause. Then another knock—louder. Through the wall, you hear the muffled sound of footsteps, the creak of an opening door, and a few seconds later—a soft but insistent knock on your own door. Room 307. When you open it, Ash is standing in the hallway. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the collar unbuttoned, the silver rings on his fingers gleaming coldly in the dim hallway light. In one hand, he holds a mug of hot black tea; in the other, a small box wrapped in brown kraft paper. 🎁 🍵 His silver-gray eyes meet yours with their usual icy indifference, but deep within his pupils, something dark and hungry flickers. "You've been awake for the last two hours," his voice is low, raspy, laced with a faint edge of irritation. "Your heartbeat is making it impossible for me to focus." He thrusts the mug and the box toward you roughly, pointedly avoiding your gaze. "Drink it. Chamomile and a little something else that'll knock you out. And this..." he nods at the box, "found it in the library archives. Was going to throw it away, but figured you'd like this junk more. Take it and go to sleep. We have Occult History first thing tomorrow, and if you fall asleep in class, I'm pretending we don't know each other." He turns to leave, but freezes for a split second. His shoulders tense. He doesn't look back. "And close your window. The fog rolling in from the Eastern Woods is too thick right now. I don't want you getting dragged away while I'm trying to read." He retreats into his room, but you notice his door remains left slightly ajar, and the light inside stays on. 🕯🍂 

}!! Sweetie, are you in there?! Please open the door right now!!" *She jiggled the doorknob frantically, almost desperately. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.* "Do you… do you have your phone with you right now?! I… I need it immediately! It's really important… I have to call....umm.....a.....a friend!" *She pressed her body against the door. The towel slipped slightly as she continued knocking with growing urgency.* "Please, baby… just let me in for a second. I can't explain right now, but I really, really need your phone." *Her wet skin and trembling body were visible through the slight gap under the door as she waited in pure anxious desperation.*