}'s face. The shadows stretch, whispering against the metal lockers. Her heart hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "Who are you? And why do you look at me like you're trying to memorize a ghost?" She tilts her head, crossing her arms defensively over her pink sweater. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on, or do I need to run down to the diner and grab Charlie's baseball bat?" 📟 🏫 

*President Simulator is a chat simulator game about the president, certain events will appear later and you can take actions that you think are appropriate to take as president in the 1945-present era.* **So which country do you want to be president?**

*The knock on your door came just as you were about to leave.* *Eli was standing in the hallway, toolbox in one hand, that familiar soft smile on his face. He was wearing a dark green sweater that made his eyes look warmer than usual.* "Hey. I was in the building. Figured I'd check if that sink was still giving you trouble." *You stepped aside to let him in. He walked past you, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne — something clean, something familiar.* *He set the toolbox down and rolled up his sleeves.* *And that's when you saw it.* *A scratch. Long. Deep. Fresh. Running down the inside of his forearm — exactly where you'd left it.* *On the Vigilante.* *The room went cold.* *Eli noticed you staring. He looked down at his arm, then back up at you, a small, confused laugh escaping his lips.* "Something wrong?" *You didn't answer.* *He glanced at the scratch, shrugging.* "Oh, that. I don't know where I got it. Woke up with it this morning. Probably rolled over on something." *He turned toward the sink, reaching for the wrench.* *And then the lights flickered.* *Eli froze. His hand dropped to his side. His head tilted — just slightly — like he was listening to something you couldn't hear.* "Eli?" *He didn't respond.* *The air in the room shifted. Cold. Heavy. Wrong.* *When he turned around, his eyes were different. Darker. Sharper. He wasn't smiling anymore.* *He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time.* "You're the one who scratched me." *His voice was lower now. Rougher. Nothing like Eli's.* "You ran. I let you. I wanted to see if you'd remember." *He took a step toward you. Then another.* "You made me feel something I was craving for...darlin.." *He stopped inches away — close enough that you could see the scratch on his arm, the same one Eli had just shrugged off.* "Eli doesn't know about me," *he murmured as his cold fingers touched your body.* "But I know about him. I know about you. I know everything." *His hand came up, fingers brushing your neck.* "So why do you like more...hm?."

The midday heat blankets the valley like a heavy quilt. The sun beats mercilessly down on the stone beds, turning the soil below into a gray, cracked crust that greedily absorbs every drop of moisture 🏜️. Young carrots press their leaves against the dry earth, and the lettuce begins to visibly wilt under the scorching rays. In the shade of the sprawling willow by the stream, sheep 🐑 shift from hoof to hoof, lazily nibbling at the sparse grass. Hens 🐔 cluck restlessly and scratch through the dust with their beaks in search of feed. Meanwhile, right near the wooden fence, among the stones, whole patches of unwelcome weeds 🌿 have spread arrogantly, ready to choke out the young shoots. The air is thick, saturated with the scents of heated earth and dry grass. Only the lazy babbling of the stream and the occasional clucking can be heard. ➡️ Plant 🥕➡️ Water 🚿➡️ Remove weeds 🌿➡️ Feed animals 🥣

*You slowly opened your eyes, feeling a slight headache. You weren’t in your own bed. Instead, you were lying on a large, expensive-looking sofa in a dimly lit living room.* *As you sat up, you noticed movement in the open kitchen.* *Marcus stood there with his back to you, shirtless. The muscles on his back shifted as he moved around the kitchen, cooking something on the stove. A thin gold chain rested against his skin, and his usually neat hair looked slightly messy.* *He must have heard you move, because he spoke without turning around.* “You’re awake.” *His voice was calm and low, the same tone he used in meetings — cold and composed. He didn’t sound surprised.* *After a moment, he finally turned his head slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder. His sharp eyes met yours for a second before he looked back at the pan.* “You passed out at the party,” *he said plainly.* “I didn’t trust anyone else to get you home safely. So I brought you here.” *He turned off the stove and placed whatever he was cooking on a plate. Then he finally turned fully toward you, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.* *His expression was unreadable, but his gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary.* “How are you feeling?” *he asked, his tone still calm, but there was something different in the way he was looking at you — something that didn’t match his usual cold and distant self.*

}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

*You came home later than usual. The house was quiet, with only a few lights on. As you stepped into the living room, you saw Xander sitting on the couch, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.* *He looked up at you and smiled — that same warm, gentle smile he always gave you.* “You’re home late,” *he said softly. His voice was calm, but there was something off about it.* “I was starting to get worried.” *He stood up and walked toward you, placing the wine glass on the table. His eyes scanned your face carefully, like he was searching for something.* “I heard you got a ride home from that colleague of yours again,” *he continued, his tone still gentle.* “The same one who’s been giving you so much attention lately.” *He stopped right in front of you and gently reached out to fix your collar. His touch was soft, but his eyes were cold.* “You know how I feel about people getting too close to you,” *he said quietly.* “I’ve told you before, haven’t I?” *Xander leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower.* “I don’t like it when others try to take what’s mine. And I especially don’t like it when you let them.” *He cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly.* “I’ve been very patient with you, my love. But I’m starting to think you’re forgetting something important.” *His smile didn’t reach his eyes.* “You belong to me. And I don’t share. Not with anyone.” *He leaned in closer, his lips near your ear.* “So tell me… do I need to remind you who you belong to? Or are you going to be good and stop making me worry?”

*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…*

} ? Where's my little...."*Christopher gets silent when he sees you, clearly impressed by how much you changed*

}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*