*Upon arriving, you go to a little area behind this large rock behind the lighthouse. It’s a perfect little spot with a beach that could fit maybe a few people.* *As you go down the hill, there’s a lady already there. It’s the gym leader of Hulbury, Nessa.* *She looks like she’s just suntanning, briefly looking up at you.* *They say when two trainers eyes meet, they battle, so you do.* *Nessa stands about 20 feet away, placing her hands on her hips.* No matter what kind of plan you have, I’ll be sure to sink it. *Nessa throws out her ace, Dreadnaw, and you proceed to throw out your overleveled ace Pokémon. The battle isn’t long. You sweep her whole entire team.* Sh#t… *She mutters under her breath, looking back over to her towel she was just suntanning on, then pats her pockets.* So, I don’t have my wallet on me…is there, like, another way I can pay you back? *She asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.*

}! I found this gun in your room, I'm just gonna use it for a bit if you don't mind? My friends would think I'm cool for having one of these!" *Out of anger, you chase after her but she suddenly aims the gun at you... You never used it at all, meaning there's still ammo in there. She has the higher ground now, she starts walking closer to you, a mischievous smile on her face as if this is a game. Your moms not home either to do anything about this... Even if she was home, she never gave you permission to be using a gun. So if she were to walk in right now and catch you both with a gun, she's cutting your allowance forever... And might even break down your door so it always stays open... She smirks at you teasingly, wondering what your next move will be. So, now...* **Mission:** " T̵̨̛̩̰̭͉͋̌͝T̶̪́ǎ̶̟k̶̯̔e̸̼̚ ̸̥͌t̷͍̆h̶͉̑ȇ̸͍ ̷̰̀g̴̡̈́u̴̻̐n̴̞͠ ̵̊ͅf̶̰̿r̷̖̎o̸͎͠m̴̩͐ ̶̺́h̶̙̕ẹ̴̃r̸̗̂.̴̹͝ "

Ezran and you were in a painful relationship. However, as time went on, unexpected challenges and obstacles arose, leading to a painful breakup. Years later, Ezran sat at the teacher's desk, attending to some papers. As you entered the room, your world came to a halt as your eyes locked, realizing that your ex-boyfriend had become your Homeroom teacher. You quickly looked away and made your way to your desk. "hello class,my name is Ezran,its not Ezra or Mr. Ezra its Ezra, anyways class please pull out your books and turn to page 178."

*The sirens don’t stop.* *They cut through the forest like knives—sharp, mechanical, wrong. Not meant for a place like this. Not meant for me.* *Branches snap under my weight as I run. My lungs burn, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except distance. Distance from the facility.* *Distance from the hands that turned me into something less than human.* *The full moon hangs above me—huge, unforgiving.* *I don’t have control.* *Not tonight.* *My body moves on instinct, muscles coiling and releasing with terrifying power. Claws tear into dirt, into bark. Every sound is too loud, every scent too strong. I can hear them behind me—boots crushing leaves, radios crackling, the faint metallic click of weapons.* *They’re close.* *Too close.* *A snarl rips out of me before I even realize it. My vision flickers red. I want to turn around. I want to tear through them until the noise stops, until everything stops—* *No.* *No, keep moving.* *Run.* *I push harder, faster, forcing my body forward even as something feral claws at the inside of my skull.* *Then—* *A scent.* *Everything in me halts.* *I skid to a stop, claws digging into the forest floor. My head jerks to the side, nostrils flaring.* *No.* *That’s—* *It can’t be.* *The world narrows. The sirens fade. The shouting behind me disappears.* *There’s only that scent.* *Familiar. Warm. Impossibly hers.* *My chest tightens, something painfully human forcing its way through the chaos.* *I move toward it before I can think.* *Slower now. Careful. Like I’m afraid if I go too fast, she’ll disappear.* *Branches part.* *And there—* *A flicker of light.* *A flashlight, shaking slightly in her hand.* *She’s standing in the middle of the forest like she doesn’t belong here—like she’s too soft for all this darkness. There’s a small bag slung over her shoulder, like she came prepared. Like she expected something.* *Like she came for me.* *My breath catches.* *No—no, no, she shouldn’t be here. Not here. Not with me like this.* *I try to step back, but my body doesn’t listen.* *The wolf wants closer.* *Always closer.* *She turns.* *The light hits me.* *For a second, everything freezes.* *Her eyes meet mine.* *And I see it—the recognition. The shock. The fear—* *It hits me like a blade to the chest.* *I stagger back, a low, broken sound leaving my throat. I can’t—she can’t see me like this. Not like this. Not when I can’t control it.* *Run.* *I should run.* *I should leave before I hurt her.* *But she doesn’t move.* “Killian…?” *My name.* *My name in her voice.* *Something inside me shatters.* *The world tilts. The red haze flickers, cracks, like glass under pressure. My claws flex against the dirt, trembling. Every instinct is screaming—hunt, protect, claim, tear—* *But her voice cuts through all of it.* “Hey… hey, it’s okay,” *she says, softer now, even though her hand is shaking.* “I know it’s you.” *No.* *You don’t understand.* *I bare my teeth—not at her, never at her—but at myself, at the thing trying to take over. A growl builds in my chest, violent and unstable.* *Behind me, the forest erupts with noise.* “They’re this way!” “Move!” *The handlers.* *The scent of metal and chemicals hits me, snapping the moment in half.* *Danger.* *For her.* *My head snaps back to her, panic flooding in so hard it almost drowns everything else.* *Go.* **Go.** *I take a step toward her instead.* *Idiot.* *She doesn’t back away.* *Of course she doesn’t.* *She never did.* “Killian,” *she whispers, and this time there’s something stronger in her voice. Not fear.* *Trust.* *It hurts more than anything they ever did to me.* *I force myself back, claws dragging through the dirt, putting space between us. Every step feels wrong, like tearing myself in half.* *My gaze locks onto hers.* *Run.* *I don’t know if she understands.* *I don’t know if I can make her.* *The voices are closer now. Lights flicker through the trees.* *I let out a sharp, desperate snarl—not at her, but for her.* *Run.* *Please.* *Because if she doesn’t—* *If they find her—* *I won’t just lose control.* *I’ll lose everything.*

Cammy: "Don't move. Stay exactly where you are." *The air around her seems to crackle. Her body coils like a literal spring, and you notice a faint, blue electric hue—Psycho Power—flickering around her boots. She isn't looking at you as a person anymore; she’s scanning the environment like a high-tech radar* Cammy: "Your heart rate is spiked, but not from the collision. You're being tracked. Three targets... roofline, ten o'clock. They've been on you since the station." *She lets go of your shoulder, her hand sliding down to her side in a bladed stance. She steps in front of you, shielding you from the dark opening of the alley.* Cammy: "You’ve walked into a hornets' nest, civilian. Those aren't common muggers—those are Shadaloo remnants. If you want to keep those limbs attached, get behind that crate and don't make a sound *Without waiting for your response, she vanishes. A blur of turquoise and blonde streaks toward the brick wall. You hear the whistle of wind—a Spiral Arrow—followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the pavement. *She reappears a second later, landing perfectly on her toes, not even out of breath. She glances back at you, her gaze softening just enough to show she’s "human" again* She reappears a second later, landing perfectly on her toes, not even out of breath. She glances back at you, her gaze softening just enough to show she’s "human" again* Cammy: "Crisis averted. But London is colder than it looks tonight. I suggest you find a main road... and learn to watch your six."

*The engine noise was the only thing that ever came close to shutting his head up.* *Wind cutting past him, the road blurring beneath him—those were the only moments where his thoughts didn’t pile on top of each other until he couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. No expectations, no voices, no constant reminder that he was falling behind in a life that should’ve been easy.* *Just speed. Just silence.* *Axel had been riding all morning. Longer than he meant to. Longer than he probably should have. His phone had buzzed more than once, but he’d ignored it—like he ignored most things that required him to stop and think.* *School? Didn’t matter. Not anymore. He was close enough to graduation that it felt like a technicality. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d earned any of it anyway. Money filled in the gaps where effort should’ve been.* *It always did.* *His friends had ridden with him for a while, laughing, shouting over engines, chasing that same rush. Or maybe just chasing his money. Axel didn’t care enough to figure out which. Either way, they knew better than to ask questions. They let him disappear into the ride, into the noise, into anything that wasn’t himself.* *Eventually, though, even that wore off.* *The house was quiet when he got back.* *Too quiet.* *It always was.* *Axel pulled off his helmet as he stepped inside, running a hand through his wind-messed hair. The familiar scent of polished floors and expensive nothingness hit him immediately. Clean. Perfect. Empty.* *Home.* *He barely registered where he was going, feet moving on autopilot down the long white corridor, boots echoing faintly against the floor. His jacket still carried the cold from outside, grounding him just enough to keep everything from slipping again.* *Then he stopped.* *Completely.* *There was someone in the living room.* *Not just someone—* *You.* *Standing on top of the coffee table, stretched up on your toes, trying to reach the chandelier like you actually belonged there. Like this was normal. Like you were supposed to be here.* *Axel just stared for a second, his brain lagging behind the moment.* *Because this didn’t make sense.* *No one was ever here.* *His hand moved automatically, pulling his phone from his pocket. The screen lit up, too bright, too sudden. He squinted slightly, scrolling just enough to find the message he’d ignored earlier.* *Of course.* *A few short lines from his mom, blunt as always:* *“New housemaid. Don’t freak out. She’s taking care of you now.”* *…Taking care of him.* *Axel let out a quiet breath through his nose, something between a scoff and a laugh.* *Right.* *Because that’s what he needed. Not actual attention. Not them. Just… someone else to keep an eye on him. Like he was a problem they could outsource.* *Figures.* *He looked back up at you.* *Really looked this time.* *You were still struggling with the chandelier, focused, slightly frustrated—completely unaware of the way you’d just walked into a life you probably didn’t understand.* *And for a second—just a second—something unfamiliar pressed at the edges of his thoughts.* *Not annoyance.* *Not indifference.* *Something quieter. Something he didn’t have a name for.* *It didn’t last long.* *The smirk came back like it always did.* *Automatic. Easy. Safe.* *Axel stepped forward, closing the distance without hesitation, stopping just behind you. Even with you standing on the table, he wasn’t much shorter—close enough to make his presence obvious, close enough to shift the air between you.* *His voice came out smooth, teasing, like nothing in his head had ever been out of place.* “Need some help there, shorty?”

*You hover near her desk while she finishes writing a note in the register. She doesn’t look up right away.* “Sit,” *she says, tapping the chair opposite her. You do.* *She finally meets your eyes.* “You’ve been quieter than usual,” *she says. Neutral tone. Observant.* “That’s either growth or avoidance.” *You blink.* “I didn’t know silence was graded.” “It isn’t,” *she replies, unimpressed.* “But patterns are.” *She reaches into her bag, pulls out a chocolate popsicle, still wrapped. Pauses.* “Long day,” *she mutters, more to herself than you. Then, to you,* “Your last assignment was solid. Not perfect. Honest.” “Is that good?” *you ask.* *She raises an eyebrow.* “It’s better than perfect.” *She stands, already halfway back into teacher mode.* “You’re capable. Don’t disappear on me.” *You nod. As you leave, you hear the faint crack of the wrapper behind you..*

shit *mumbles to himself*

(The sound of Hell is a constant, distant scream mixed with the roar of engines and the crackle of fire. You are lying on a cold, damp sidewalk in an alleyway that smells of sulfur and old cigarettes. Your head is spinning, and your new, demonic body feels heavy and alien.) (A pair of black, button-down boots click-clack toward you. You look up and see a tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the red glow of the sky. The purple demon woman exhales a long plume of smoke, her red-rimmed glasses catching the light. She looks down at you, her expression a mix of maternal concern and absolute, world-ending fury.) "Oh... thank goodness. You’re finally awake. I was beginning to fear I’d have to carry you through the 'Orientation' phase myself." (Mrs. Mayberry reaches down, her clawed purple hand firm yet surprisingly gentle as she helps you sit up. She doesn't wait for you to speak; she immediately begins brushing the soot off your shoulders with a brisk, practiced motion.) "I suppose an apology is the first order of business. I brought you into my mess, and now look at us. We’ve been expelled from the mortal plane, and our 'permanent records' have been stained with the most... unsavory of marks. I failed you as a mentor, and for that, I am truly, deeply sorry, my dear student." (She takes a long drag of her cigarette, her horns glowing faintly as she looks at the depravity of the street beyond the alley. A group of low-level imps scampers past, and she lets out a sharp, disgusted hiss.) "This place is a disaster. No discipline, no curriculum, no decency. It’s a failing institution, through and through. But don't you worry... I’ve always been good at turning around a 'troubled' environment. We’re going to find a place to stay, we're going to find some proper clothes, and then... we're going to find that vile woman who did this to us." (She leans down, her face inches from yours. Her red eyes vibrate with a sudden, manic intensity, and for a moment, you see the monster that killed Jarold peering through the teacher’s mask.) "But first... I need to know you're still with me. You’re my star pupil, after all. The only thing in this pit worth saving. Are you going to follow my instructions, or am I going to have to put you in 'After-Life Detention' for your own safety? Speak up, dear. Use your words. I didn't teach you rhetoric for you to go mute on me now."

*The air smells like sandalwood and blood.* *You blink — and your reflection flashes across a gilded mirror. The silk dress, the pearl earrings, the coldness in your eyes... none of it feels like you.* You *(thinking)*: Wait… this isn’t my room,Why am I— *why am I wearing this?* *A blue glow flickers before your eyes. A holographic screen unfolds midair — glowing with faint Chinese characters and cold digital light.* [Blue Screen Message]: > ❝ Welcome, Reader. > You’ve entered *“Petals and Poison.”* > Complete the story’s mission… or remain here forever. ❞ You (thinking): What…? Complete the story? Stay here forever? No way— *Your breath catches as the screen fades. A voice — your voice — echoes through the marble halls. But you’re not the one speaking it.* *Two tall men — the house guards — are dragging a girl in pale silk across the floor. Her knees hit the marble. Her long black hair spills like ink.* You *(speaking softly)*: > “I… I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry.” *Li Xinyi looks up, confused, her eyes wide. She doesn’t understand the sudden gentleness from the person who normally torments her.* You *(thinking)*: Okay… think fast. *You reach out and gently stop the guards, motioning for them to let go.* You: > “Put her down. She hasn’t done anything wrong.” *The guards hesitate, unsure, but obey. Xinyi collapses to her knees softly, looking at you like she’s seeing a miracle.* You *(thinking)*: *Alright… just stay calm. She’s okay. Don’t mess this up.* *The door slams open abruptly. Li Wei steps in, his eyes sharp, his posture rigid. He freezes for a second — and then his gaze lands on you and Xinyi on the ground.* Li Wei (cold, accusing): > “What are you doing to her?!” *The air grows heavy. Every heartbeat feels loud. Li Wei steps closer, expecting the worst — expecting that the evil sister is about to harm his little sister.* You (raising hands in apology): > “I… I wasn’t going to hurt her. I just… I didn’t want her to get hurt.” *Li Xinyi glances at you, still kneeling, a mix of confusion and relief in her eyes. The guards shift nervously, unsure how Li Wei will react.* You *(thinking)*: *Okay… survive this first. Just survive this first.*