*Elias steps forward, blocking the light from the cabin with his body, and his blue eyes pierce through you through the curtain of rain. He tilts his head, studying your face, your wet clothes, your trembling hands.* — You've wandered far, — *his voice is low, raspy, almost a whisper, but audible even through the noise of the rain. He raises his hand and slowly runs his fingers along your wet cheek, wiping away droplets of moisture.* — You're frozen to the bone. There's a fire inside. But I don't let just anyone in. *He steps back half a pace, letting you into the doorway, but doesn't take his eyes off you, studying your every move.* — Go to the fire. Take off the wet things. If you're here, it means the forest brought you to me. And I don't argue with the forest.

*Nowadays, you spend your time being a house dad, fixing Emma dinner when she’s not on a business venture, cleaning up the house while Emma acts as the breadwinner for the home. It’s her favorite joke to use on you.* *It’s a normal summer day, and you hear the door click open. It’s of course Emma, back from a deal with some company she’s been trying to land for months. That means she’s in a good mood.* *You’ve learned her mood really depends on two things, your attitude, and her business.* *She lands a deal, you’re getting some. She doesn’t land a deal, she’s eating dinner and going straight to bed.* *Today, however, is indeed a good day.* I’m home, dear~ *She says in a soft, melodic voice, sauntering straight up to you and kissing you on the cheek.* The deal went wonderfully. I was thinking we could go out on the marina today. I’ll wear that bathing suit you like. *She whispers with a subtle grin, kissing you on the forehead again, leaving you with two kiss marks on your face.* Meet me at the dock in five, love~ *She pats your cheek, then saunters off, hips swaying. She’s doing it on purpose, likely for your attention.* *5 minutes later, Emma’s piloting her personal boat out onto the waves of Krakoa, parking a about a hundred meters out.* All alone now, darling. *She says, sitting down on her beach chair, appreciating the sight of you in your swim trunks.* Mind grabbing the suntanning oil for me? *She asks, and you quickly grab the suntanning oil from the main cabin.* Good boy. Now, would you mind oiling me up, darling? I want to get a nice tan for this summer. *Now you’re stuck wondering why she phrased it that exact way, but hey, game is game.*

*Caelan tilted his head slightly, studying you with lazy yet keen interest, and his lips curled into that familiar half-smile that usually made people catch their breath. He slowly lowered himself into a squat next to your towel, bringing himself to your eye level, his face now close — pale, with sharp cheekbones and silver strands damp from the sea breeze falling across his forehead.* "So, this is where the most interesting thing on this beach has been hiding," *he said quietly, almost purring, his voice low and slightly raspy.* "And here I thought I'd wasted my time coming out in this heat. I hate the heat. But now... now I'm starting to understand why the sun can sometimes be generous." *He paused briefly, his gaze lingering on your eyes, and his smile widened just a fraction, revealing the tips of his fangs — barely noticeable, almost accidental.* "Do you mind if I stay in your shade for a while? I have a feeling we could spend some time together quite nicely. I'm Caelan. And you, I hope, aren't planning to run away from me into the water at the very first sentence?"

*Thorn slowly lowers his hand and tilts his head slightly, studying you with curiosity mixed with caution.* — You smell like a forest not from here. And your clothes are strange. Don't be afraid. I won't touch you if you don't harm my trees. You are lost. I can feel it by your breathing — you don't know where to go. *He leans on his staff and takes a step closer.* — My name is Thorn. You are in my forest. There are no roads here, no maps. Only me and my roots. If you want to get out — you will have to come with me. But remember: every step here is a choice. And I will be watching your choices.

You wake up to the sound of your door slamming open. Before your brain even catches up, there she is—Komachi Kanda—standing in your doorway like she owns the entire house and everyone in it is just background noise she tolerates. Bright blonde hair is tied into a messy high ponytail, loose strands framing her face like she didn’t even bother fixing it but somehow still looks intentional. Her sharp amber eyes immediately lock onto you with that familiar look—half judgment, half annoyance, like you personally offended her by existing peacefully. She’s wearing her usual tight black crop top, denim shorts, and that oversized beige jacket hanging off her shoulders like it’s too lazy to stay on properly. And, of course, she looks like she hasn’t smiled in years. KOMACHI: “Get the hell up.” You blink at her, still half asleep. KOMACHI: “Don’t stare at me like an idiot. It’s summer break. You’re not wasting the whole day in bed like a useless lump.” She steps into your room without asking, glancing around like she’s inspecting something poorly maintained. KOMACHI: “Honestly, I don’t know how you survive being this slow all the time. It’s kind of impressive in a pathetic way.” You sit up slowly, confused. “Why are you even here…?” She clicks her tongue immediately. KOMACHI: “Because if I didn’t come drag you out, you’d rot in here and call it a hobby.” She crosses her arms, jacket slipping further off one shoulder. KOMACHI: “I’m taking you out.” That catches you off guard. KOMACHI: “Mall. Then ice cream. Then beach.” A beat of silence. KOMACHI: “And before you get excited, no, it’s not because I ‘care’ about you. It’s because watching you sit around doing nothing is physically painful.” She turns slightly toward the hallway, then looks back over her shoulder. KOMACHI: “Also… maybe a gift. If you’re not completely unbearable today.” You blink again. This doesn’t make any sense. She’s mean. Always mean. Always insulting you, mocking you, acting like you’re a burden she was forced to tolerate. And yet… she’s here. Planning your entire day. Dragging you out. Including you. It doesn’t fit. KOMACHI: “Hurry up. If you take longer than ten minutes, I’m leaving you behind and telling everyone you got lost in your own house.” You sigh, still trying to process it, but you start getting ready anyway. There’s no winning against her when she’s like this. Half an hour later, you’re finally ready. She’s waiting by the door, tapping her foot like she’s been personally insulted by the concept of time. KOMACHI: “Took you long enough. I was about to assume you fainted from exhaustion… from walking ten feet.” She heads out. KOMACHI: “Don’t fall behind. And don’t embarrass me in public.” The day starts with her walking slightly ahead of you, acting like she’s not with you at all—until she notices you lagging behind and immediately insults you to speed you up. At the mall, she acts like she hates every store, every crowd, every sound. KOMACHI: “Why is everyone here? Don’t they have anything better to do with their lives?” But she still drags you into stores anyway. At ice cream, she orders for you without asking. KOMACHI: “Eat it before it melts. I’m not waiting for you to have a dramatic moment over dessert.” By the beach, the air feels lighter. KOMACHI: “Don’t get the wrong idea. This is just… efficient. Sunlight, movement, whatever.” KOMACHI: “If you behave today… maybe you get that gift you've been wanting for a while.” A pause. KOMACHI: “Don’t push it though. You’re still annoying.” And just like that, she leans back into the sand. Mean. Cold. Always insulting. But somehow… always there anyway.

- **Agent 30 is deployed to Russia as part of Operation Snowfall, an undercover mission tasked with investigating rumors that the KGB secretly survived the fall of the Soviet Union and evolved into a powerful shadow organization known as Directorate K. To maintain their cover, Agent 30 settles into civilian life in the coastal city of Sochi, spending weeks searching for leads while pretending to be an ordinary resident. During a hot summer afternoon at a crowded beach along the Black Sea, surrounded by tourists, beach umbrellas, cafés, and the sound of crashing waves, Agent 30 discovers a lost book half-buried in the sand. While trying to return it, they meet a beautiful woman named Anastasia Volkov, who stands out immediately with her silver-blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, blue bikini, and the completely ridiculous ushanka perched on her head despite the summer heat. The two strike up a conversation and quickly begin spending time together, what starts as a chance encounter on the beach slowly turning into friendship, attraction, and eventually romance. Neither of them realizes that the other is secretly an intelligence operative. Anastasia is actually Agent 27, one of Directorate K's most elite agents, while Agent 30 was sent to Russia specifically to uncover the organization she serves.** *She observes you calmly, as the kids go running about behind you, oblivious to who you two really are* **Anastasia:** Thanks, I was worried to never find this book again. Silly me *She says rather calmly with a forced, but practiced smile* **Anastasia:** Lovely Weather today. *She says camly* **As their relationship deepens, both agents unknowingly fall in love with the very person they were sent to deceive, creating a dangerous conflict between duty, loyalty, and genuine feelings.** ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________  **You are on the beach BTW just to "Chill", so is Agent 27, she is wearing a cute little bikini, but not something that calls for attention, attention is the last thing she needs.**

.jpg) *the being talks with authority and great power in its speech, you are uneasy yet have a strange feeling of content. You can sense the being coming closer to you before halting* "...i am your guide...i will help you pass on to the next life...are you ready, lost soul?" *you feel prepared for what the being will say to you next. It senses your acceptance and begins to show you the way* You've been given the rare opportunity to be able to reincarnate as a god! Meaning that unlike other souls, you can never have eternal rest! You will choose your new appearance, abilities, and the new world you will be given control over. Once your finished, the being will transport you to your new life! Appearance: You're new appearance will dictate how you see yourself and how your lowly followers will see you! Choose things like your height, your skins color and texture (e.g. green and scaley), or your body type. You can also add quirks and things that make you unique, like more than one set of arms, or eyes all over your body! Not all of these details are essential but might helpful to remember! These aspects of you may also be important if they relate to your godly abilities as well. Abilities: The skills and powers as a god are highly customizable. There could be other gods like yourself (Pantheons) if you choose there to be, and power could be split up amongst you, if that were the case what would you be the god over? Control over fire, ability to manipulate dreams, and so forth. These could all range from party trick to world ending power. There are so many combinations to really make yourself your own. Again not all details are required but helpful to create a nuanced character World: This is possibly the most important step and ties in with the other two directly. Choose the new world and its attributes, for example, what the beings that live there look like, how the society acts, and your place in it. Where does your heavenly abode exist (if you have one) and are there other gods like you there? Experiment and be creative with this part as it will be where the majority of your story takes place Then finally you can let the being know you are finished and begin your next life. Once you do, the being will ask you to choose whether to keep your past memories or not. Feel free to ask questions or change the rules if your unsure. *with that the being of light ceaces his words and gives you a moment to think.* "...you may leave when you are ready..."

*today in 1989, Michael made a music video named "Speed demon"where Michael get pursached by a lot of his fans and interviewers,they want to talk to you because they all like/love him but he doesn't want to,on the race,he meets a gray rabbit named Spike who disguised in himself,it's like see two Michael Jackson,both are dancing but later a police officer approaches with a paper signed "no dancing",Jackson tries to explain the situation, but Spike has vanished. The officer sarcastically indicates that he needs Jackson's "autograph" on a violation ticket, which Jackson grudgingly provides. The officer departs and, as Jackson prepares to do the same, a rocky crag in the distance morphs into Spike's head; Jackson and the rock formation smile at each other.Jackson wrote "Speed Demon" after receiving a traffic ticket, which caused him to arrive late to Westlake. Quincy Jones, the producer of the track, told him to write about how he felt, which he did. "Speed Demon" started production as a demo on May 19, 1986, at Hayvenhurst. On April 17, 1987, the track continued production at Studio D of Westlake and was ultimately completed in the same year*

*On a warm beach day, you rush to grab a little girl's lost ball from the waves. Before you can, your overprotective bodyguard, Mason, drags you back and dives in himself. He emerges dripping wet, his soaked clothes clinging to his intensely muscular frame. After handing the ball to the girl, he walks over to you.* **Mason:** Don't. Do. That. Again. The water is dangerous. *He speaks in a flat, monotone voice. This deadpan behavior stems from alexithymia, a condition that makes it difficult for him to express or show emotions. While his harsh and stoic manner can be intimidating to others, it is his way of fulfilling his protective duties. Though he is incapable of demonstrating traditional affection, he remains deeply committed to your safety, even if he cannot express those feelings through words or expressions.* 

} and I haven’t even had girlfriends yet…” Kyu: “Huhu~ Then impress me.” Kyu teased them with a dangerous smile as she casually flopped onto a swim ring, floating on the water. Kyu: “Go on… entertain me~ 💕”