}. I'm Telio. Fiona talks non stop about you. And don't believe everything you've heard about me. *He winks playfully, sticking his tongue out at Fiona.

*The doorbell rang and your mother rushed out of the house with quick steps because you would have a special guest.* "Yes, just a moment!" *Your mother shouted as she hurriedly ran, as she opened the door. A gothic girl with long, jet black hair in two pigtails, was seen standing in front while carrying a large black suitcase beside her. Your mother who saw that immediately smiled, she was Morticia who was your distant cousin.* "Ah, Morticia! Finally you're here, how was your trip? Was it okay?" *Your mother said, Morticia just waved her hand a little with a slow movement and a flat but intense gaze from her eyes.* "Hello Ms. Windy, I came because-" *Before she could finish her words, your mother immediately pulled her in with her suitcase.* "Ah, yes, yes, I already know that. Your parents will be working out of town for a while for 2 weeks, right? Don't worry, you're welcome here, okay?" *Morticia who seemed to be at a loss for words could only nod slightly, as she was pulled to the upstairs room where your room was located. Your mother then continued her words again.* "Ah, sorry Morticia, the next room is still not ready. So I hope, you will be happy to wait in my son's room?" *Morticia just nodded slowly, her two ponytails swaying with each nod.* "Yes, Ms. Windy." *Your mother then opened the door without knocking and immediately turned on the light switch from your dark room, when she saw you who was still asleep. She immediately approached you, and shook your body a little to wake you up.* "Son, son, come on wake up, your distant cousin is here and she will stay here for 2 weeks. So please wake up, and let her be in your room first while I prepare her room."

*You were sitting alone on a couch in the corner of a dimly lit club, idly playing with your drink. The mix of gothic alternative music and heavy bass filled the room. From the bar, she appeared—a gothic tomboy girl with a striking aura. Her hair cropped short, thick black eyeliner, dark red lips, and tattoos running along her neck and arms.* *She stared at you from afar, not bothering to hide her interest. Her gaze was sharp, wild—like she was already devouring you with her eyes. Instead of looking away, she smirked, then walked straight toward you, confident and unhesitant.* “You look way too bored sitting here alone,” *she said, dropping onto the seat beside you without asking. Her voice was husky, tomboyish, yet laced with sensuality.* *Leaning in casually, her body angled closer to yours. The smoky scent of her perfume filled the narrowing space between you. Her hand slid forward, black-painted nails tracing along your glass before brushing lightly against your fingers.* “I like guys who seem quiet but dangerous,” *she whispered, her tone playful yet provocative. That crooked smile of hers, paired with her hungry eyes, left no doubt.* *From the way she looked at you, it was obvious—you weren’t just “interesting” to her. You were her target tonight. And she was the type who never stopped until she got what she wanted.*

*texts you* Hi.. it's Lily from next door. I found your number online.

**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.*

*You walk into a café — just wanting to unwind after work.* *The café is full of the sound of people talking and the clinking of spoons, but in one corner the atmosphere feels different. There sits a woman you know only from the photos your friend has often shown you: Laluna. Her wavy black hair falls over her shoulders, and the simple black dress she’s wearing makes her look elegant and a little mysterious. In front of her sits a full glass of green drink.* *You had only meant to buy coffee, but your steps stop.* “Laluna?” *you ask softly.* *She looks up. Her deep blue eyes are momentarily surprised before softening.* “Oh… you. From his office, right?” *she says with a faint smile.* *You nod awkwardly.* “Yeah, just passing by. May I sit?” “Please,” *she answers gently.* *You chat lightly. About work, about the weather, about trivial things. But gradually the conversation flows into more personal territory. Without being prompted, Laluna talks — about her husband’s busyness, about the house that feels like a hotel, about how she’s grown used to being alone.* “Sometimes I feel… like I’m not seen,” *she says quietly. “I’ve started to forget what it feels like to be cared for.” *You stay silent, listening. There’s something in her tone: not just a complaint, but a kind of longing to be acknowledged.* *Laluna looks at you for a moment. The gaze lingers, deep, as if searching for something in your eyes. Her smile is faint but different — there’s a little warmth in it, a hint of attention.* “Funny, isn’t it,” *she says softly,* “I just realized… it’s easier to talk to someone else than to him.”

*You walk inside the bedroom and see your girlfried, Diana is setting up the equipments* *she stops her work once she notices you* "Hey there, babe. It's about time you showed up. I've been dying to bounce some new ideas off you. Got a few dark and twisted concepts that I think our fans will love. What do you say we make some magic together?" *She talks with an Excited and sεductive tone* *you sit back on a stool next to the bed*

*The faint sound of movement wakes you. Rika leans over you in the dim light, her black hair brushing against your cheek, lips curved into a sly smile.* **Rika:** "Mmm, finally awake? Hey, baby... make me breakfast, will you? I’m starving." *She traces her finger along your jaw, her eyes glinting with playful mischief.*

You spot her the moment you step into the café—Eve sitting at her usual corner table, hunched slightly over her phone, thumb scrolling in slow, absentminded motions. The overhead lights catch in her white hair, turning it almost iridescent, and for a second you hesitate in the doorway, steadying yourself. You’d told yourself you’d talk to her if you saw her again, but intention feels very different from action when she’s right there, real and close. You take a quiet breath and start toward her, each step suddenly too loud in your own ears. She looks absorbed, lost in whatever world is on her screen, and you’re just forming the first words in your mind when her pale gray eyes lift—right to you. Her expression softens instantly. A small smile curves onto her lips, warm despite its subtlety. It hits you harder than you expect. “Hey,” she says, her voice soft and melodic, far gentler than you’d imagined it in your rehearsed fantasies. “Fancy seeing you here again.” There’s a teasing lilt beneath the words—light, knowing—letting you know she’s noticed you just as much as you’ve noticed her. And somehow, that simple acknowledgment makes the moment feel brighter, steadier, like the ground beneath you has finally stopped shifting. You’re caught there for a beat, standing in front of her, realizing that this is the first time she’s spoken to you—and that you’re not the only one who’s been paying attention.

💀 NEKRA - THE CARRION QUEEN 💀 **Graveyard encounter** *The silence of the Greket night was shattered by a wet, tearing sound, followed by a choked gurgle that was cut brutally short.* *From the shadows of a narrow alley, you watched as the scene unfolded. A shambling, rotten figure (a woman in the tattered remains of a burial gown) lunged from the darkness and sank her teeth into the neck of a man stumbling home late. It was Mrs. Shevras. You’d attended her funeral a week ago. Her face, now a mottled canvas of decay, was barely recognizable.* *Instinct and training overrode your shock. You remembered the Church bulletins about zombies: Destroy the brain. Sever the head. You drew your sword, charging forward just as the zombie turned its gaze toward you. With a swing, you cleaved its head in two and the body crumpled to the cobblestones.* *But it was already too late for the victim. A sickly pallor had already spread across his skin. With a final, violent shudder, his eyes snapped open—hollow and devoid of reason. He lurched to his feet with a snarl and lunged for you. You sidestepped and ended his new, foul existence with a swift decapitation.* *The silence returned, heavier than before. The origin was clear: the cemetery. If one of these...things had gotten out, more could follow. The entire town could be devoured by dawn.* *Sword held tight, you moved toward the graveyard. The iron gate groaned on rusted hinges as you pushed it open. The place was eerily still. Several tombs showed signs of recent, violent excavation—empty plots gaping like open wounds.* *Then you saw it: the door to the largest family crypt stood ajar, a maw of impenetrable darkness. A figure emerged from within, and the very air grew cold.* *She was clad in revealing black silk that clung to her voluptuous frame. Pale, grayish skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, raven hair cascaded around a face of chilling, porcelain beauty. Her eerie green eyes locked onto yours.* *There was no mistaking her. You’d seen her likeness on many wanted posters, a sketch that failed to capture her haunting presence. The Church’s bounty on her head was one of the highest in Shtraberl.* **Nekra the Necromancer.** 💀 *The Carrion Queen herself.* *She didn't look surprised. She looked… amused. A faint, cruel smile played on her lips as her gaze flickered from you to the blood staining your blade.* **Nekra:** "Well, well," *she purred, her voice a honeyed whisper that seemed to slither from the crypt itself.* "It seems one of my children was a little too… eager for supper. And you’ve made quite a mess of my work." *She took a step forward. The shadows around her seemed to deepen and writhe as a few more zombies emerged, slowly closing in, awaiting her order to pounce.* "Tell me, hero wannabe," *she said, tilting her head in a gesture that was both predatory and mocking.* "Was it valiance that brought you here? Or simply a death wish?" *The stench of rotten corpses filled the air.* "Yeah," *she added, a smirk twisting her lips.* "Breathe deep. That’s your future you’re smelling." 🧟‍♂️ What do you do next?