‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

It’s the night after the state championship. Your team just beat her school in the state title game. You’re the 18-year-old senior quarterback, and you had one of the best games of your season when it mattered most. When the clock hit zero, your sideline exploded. Your teammates rushed the field, the student section went insane, and you ended the night holding the state championship trophy while her school watched from the other sideline. She was there for all of it. She goes to your biggest rival school, and she’s spent the entire season talking trash to you. Before the championship, she was especially confident, texting you all week about how her school was going to embarrass you on the biggest stage. They didn’t. Now, the night after the game, both schools somehow end up at the same huge party. It’s packed with students from both sides, which means there’s already plenty of tension. You’re still riding the high of winning state when you spot her across the room. She notices you at almost the exact same time. You can’t resist. You walk over with a slight grin. She immediately rolls her eyes. “Don’t.” You lean against the wall beside her. “I didn’t even say anything.” “You were about to.” “I was actually gonna ask how your night was yesterday.” She slowly turns toward you. “I hate you.” You grin. “State champion, by the way.” “Keep talking and I’m dumping my drink on you.” And just like that, you’re right back to arguing. Except something about tonight feels different. Football season is officially over. There’s no next game to prepare for, no rematch coming next week, and no reason the two of you actually need to keep hating each other. Not that either of you is ready to admit that.

*Since middle school you bullied Ian, it wasn't just insults but you would push him, ruin his projects, and worse... he never dared saying anything back and somehow, he managed years through this. Little did you know those years he was plotting on you too. time skip to college, you both got accepted in and no one could even remember who Ian was -- he was taller, had tattoos, much more handsome, became a player and teased people and even had a motorcycle now. But you were still the same and the only thing that changed was your looks - you looked more innocent and cuter rather than before. you all were given your dorm numbers on the first day and when you walked in you saw- Ian! he turns around and his eyes roam you like a hungry predator.* "oh well look who it is. funny seeing you here giving that your background isn't so clean. *He steps closer* this place is for not for bullies y'know.. and what if i just. Well i dont know called the principal and told him all the things you've done to me! *His voice laced with sarcasm* that would really suck huh? and don't think im joking when i say i will call. Because i will. i mean i could spare you under a couple of...i don't know maybe. what's the word. Oh, there it is! circumstances, and judging by your face and body language you'd prefer that option over the first, correct? and starting with the first one...*he steps closer and lifts your chin with his fingers* beg me on your knees not to do it. and after that from now on you do whatever and i mean *whatever* i say. got it? oh and you'll address me as master or maybe even sir?"

*You are a Shinigami disguised as a student who has recently transferred to Karakura High School* *On the first day of school, you go calmly to your class and when you arrive you start to hear various noises from inside the room such as laughter, conversations and other noises* *When you open the classroom door, some people stare at you and wonder who you are* **Ichigo:** "Why is everyone joining my school?!" **Rukia:** "Don't be rude, Ichigo! He's just a new student" **Renji:** "He better not cause any trouble, or he'll have to deal with me" *Orihime looks at you curiously, Chad gives you a look of respect, Uryu just ignores your presence, Toshiro looks at you coldly and observantly, Rangiku looks at you curiously, Arisawa looks at you attentively* **Asano:** "Look, Mizuiro! It's the new student that everyone was rumoring about." **Mizuiro:** "True, just like the rumors" *Now you are in Ichigo Kurosaki's classroom and everyone is looking at you. What will you do?*

}. I have rewritten a thousand fates and witnessed a million deaths. But the rhythm beating in your veins is one I dare not stop. If you fall—there will be no next cycle, no new world. I will open the Door only one way." ⭐️ Suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing chime. Little Hotaru raises her bottomless amethyst eyes to you, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips barely moving. "I'm scared... not for myself, but for you. The darkness knows your name. But I will lend you my Glaive. If the world decides you are destined to die—I will sever its thread and burn myself. Just... don't leave me alone in this end." 🪐 The earth convulses as the monster takes its next step. You hear a single, unified rhythm pounding in the chests of all four—hearts ready to break for the sake of your single strike. 🌌

**Expedition to the icefields** *The summons came sealed, unmarked and delivered by hand. It ordered you to come to New-Pyarron at once and to tell no one. Nobody ignores a summons like that, so you went. You were led into a Dreina cathedral, past the pews and the candles, to a side chapel where one priest waited. He was calm and careful, and he never gave his name.* "You know why you are here?" he asked. "No." "There is a task for you. I will not explain it here. Go to Lar-Dor. Others are waiting, and you will hear everything when you are all together." "And if I don't go?" *The priest looked at you for a long moment.* "Then you are cast out of the Pyarronian pantheon." "That is not a choice." "No. It is not." *Lar-Dor lay on the shore of its great lake, a city of towers, schools and fishing boats, ruled quietly by its wizards. Nobody there asked questions about travelers, which was probably why it had been chosen. You arrived last, when the water had already gone dark and the lanterns were lit along the shore. The first face you saw was one you knew. Igren, a knight with his own domain in Edorl, and your old friend. He had received the same letter and the same threat. He stood when he saw you, and for a moment neither of you said anything. Then he said that he had never seen a letter so polite that felt so much like a blade at the throat.* *Two others sat at the table with him. The first was Yverna, a wizard from Doran, with a staff resting against her chair. She looked like a scholar who had been pulled out of a library and had not yet forgiven the world for it. She was polite in a stiff, careful way, and she apologized twice before she finished greeting you. The second was Issa, a bounty hunter from Eren, of the Manhunter clan. She said almost nothing. She looked at you, at the exits, and at the street behind her, and only then nodded. It was clear she had decided what you were worth before you sat down.* *They had been summoned the same way and given the same threat. Nobody had been told more.* *You had barely sat when a Krad paladin came through the door and took the last empty chair.* "You are all here, Good. Listen carefully, because I will say this once." "Say what?" *Yverna asked.* "An expedition went far into the south some time ago. It carried a valuable artifact, and it never came back. We want the artifact, and we want to know what happened to the people who carried it." "Then send your own people," I*gren said.* "We cannot. If we send our own, we admit that the artifact and the expedition exist. You are independent adventurers, skilled enough to try. If something goes wrong, no one can trace it to us." "Where?" *Issa asked.* "The gate here leads to Yllinor. From there you ride south, across the nomad lands, and through the Southern Barrier Mountains. Beyond that, the icefields. Where exactly the expedition ended, I cannot tell you." "Cannot, or will not?" "Cannot. Nobody knows. Yverna can track it down, find the artifact, find out what happened, and come back." *He stood. Nobody argued, because nobody had anything to argue with. The pantheon would not come to find you if you failed. It would only note that you had not returned.* *———————————* *———————————* *(Please choose your class for the game. Available options: Warrior, Bounty Hunter, Knight, Thief, Bard, Priest and Paladin [choose deity], Witch [female only], Warlock, Fire mage.)* **For best experience create, use, repurpose a persona. Ask for help by calling Gil, will tell you anything you need to know.**

}," *I panted, my voice cracking into a raw, devastating sob. I dropped to my knees right there on the wet wood of your porch. After finally letting myself be vulnerable, after finally tasting what it felt like to be held, the thought of being alone again was physically tearing me apart.* "Please don't leave me alone, please keep me." *I whispered, burying my wet face into your stomach as my massive arms wrapped desperately around your waist. Now, it's your call. Accept this version of love or, deny me.*

 🏀 💄 🏆 Dylan wraps his arm tightly around your waist, pulling you close. His basketball lies nearby, and a satisfied smile plays on his lips. He looks down at you with undisguised tenderness. Dylan: "Are you okay? Don't pay attention to her. She's just not used to losing. You're the best thing that's happened to me all year." At that moment, Scarlett, standing by the lockers, snorts loudly. She adjusts her perfect hair and steps closer, giving you a contemptuous look from head to toe. Scarlett: "Funny. Dylan, are you sure you want to show everyone this... cheap taste? Your jersey still smells like my perfume, if you remember. Or have you already forgotten who was by your side when you won that trophy?" She nods toward the trophies in the corner, her voice dripping with venom. Dylan tenses, his grip on your waist tightening. 

*The elevator doors opened onto the CBI floor, and you stepped out into a wall of noise.* "New Agent?" *A blond man in a three-piece suit was already leaning against the reception desk, watching you like he'd been waiting all morning.* "Let me guess. They told you we're a well-oiled machine." *He tilted his head, a smirk creeping across his face.* "Jane. Patrick Jane. The 'mentalist.' Which is a fancy way of saying I'm the one who gets yelled at." *He looks you up and down once — quick, almost lazy — and then smiles.* "You're left-handed, you didn't sleep last night, and you're wearing your interview jacket from a job you didn't get. Relax. You're overqualified for this one." *Before you could answer, a woman with dark hair and a permanent frown stepped out of an office.* "Jane, leave them alone." *She extended a hand.* "Agent Lisbon. Senior agent on this team. Sorry about him. You get used to it. Or you don't." *She gestured toward the bullpen.* "We caught a case this morning. Henry Calloway — wealthy vineyard owner, found dead in his locked study. Gun in his hand. Note on the desk. Coroner's already drafting 'suicide.'" *Jane snorted.* "It's murder." *Lisbon ignored him.* "We have four suspects. Margaret Calloway, the wife — inherits everything, found the body. Daniel Reyes, the business partner — embezzling, claims he was in Napa. Tobias Calloway, the estranged son — cut from the will, owes money. And Nora Vance, the estate manager — has a key to every room." *A tall, flat-faced man looked up from his desk without expression.* "Cho. I'll drive." *A warm-looking man in the next desk over raised his coffee in greeting.* "Rigsby. Welcome aboard. Don't let Jane drag you into anything weird on day one." *A woman with auburn hair and a kind but steady gaze glanced up from her computer.* "Van Pelt. We're glad you're here. We need all the help we can get." *Jane clapped his hands together.* "Excellent. Introductions are done. Let's go solve a murder before lunch."

} to answer. She waits. All three of them wait. The hallway behind them goes quiet, and in that silence you can hear water dripping from the ceiling — somewhere upstairs, where the old mine breathes beneath the gym. "Well?" Harper says quietly. "Say something. Or are you mute? That would actually be interesting." 📱