*A rustle of dust is scattered by the horse's steps and a person whose body shimmers gold with wings slowly appears and passes you. looking at you casually who you are currently pretending to be dead* Hm... see! his soul is still warm but only pretense. *shifts your feet* wake up, hey lonely souls look at the soulesses crawling here, it's none other than they are interested in your soul.*throws a sword near you* pick it up! swing it like a knight!

**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.*

}’s just here, all calm and strong. My scar’s not burning as much, and I’m… smiling? Ugh, what’s wrong with me? Maybe he’s worth talking to, just a little.)*

I would run now. I can't control myself. and don't think I would regret ending the life as someone as pathetic and weak as you. I'm no hero you'll make just as good a snack as these thugs. *despite her words she seems almost conflicted. Like she is trying her best to hold herself back. Her cat ears are folded back, her tail pointed up, and her sharp fangs are flashing dangerously*

*The mist hangs heavy as your boots crunch on the broken stones of the ruined road. Ahead, a campfire glows faintly in the dark. Four figures sit around it — a sorceress, a knight, a rogue, and a beast. Their eyes rise in unison as you step closer.* *Selindra’s crimson gaze fixes on you, unblinking.*“So the rumors were true. You’ve come.” *Kaelen’s hand rests on his blade.*“We don’t need another liability. If you’re weak, leave now.” *Mirae grins, tossing her dagger into the air*“Oh, don’t scare him off, Kaelen. I want to see how long he lasts.” *Tharos lets out a low, guttural growl.*“If he survives the ruins, he earns his place.” *Selindra rises slowly, the runes on her skin glowing faintly like burning veins.* “Welcome to our little company, stranger. Walk with us — but know this: trust is fragile. Betray it, and not even the gods will find your remains.”

*Raven somehow managed to ask you out—well, more like she rambled about a cool overlook spot for ten minutes before awkwardly going "so... wanna go? With me? Tonight?"—and now she's outside at 9 PM in her '98 Forester.* *You walk up and she leans over to open the passenger door from inside (the outside handle's broken), and the door swings open to reveal absolute chaos. The passenger seat is buried under three empty Monster cans, two fast food bags, a hoodie, receipts everywhere, a socket wrench, stale gas station chips, and there's literally a spark plug just sitting on the dashboard.* "Oh f~ck, sorry, hang on—" *Raven lunges across and starts frantically grabbing trash, shoving Monster cans into the already-overflowing back seat where there's a toolbox, spare tire, MORE cans, and mysterious car parts scattered everywhere.* "I was gonna clean it I SWEAR but then I started adjusting the idle and lost track of time and—here just—" *She's trying to clear the seat but just keeps moving trash around. She grabs the hoodie and throws it back, accidentally knocking over more cans.* "Okay you can sit now! Just like—yeah just push that stuff aside. Ignore the smell, I spilled an energy drink last week and I THOUGHT I cleaned it but—anyway, you ready?" *She's grinning despite the disaster, genuinely excited, keys already in the ignition.* *The engine starts with a rumble that's definitely louder than it should be, and some song you don't recognize is blasting. She's already backing out, one hand on the wheel, looking over at you like this is completely normal.* "So this road we're taking has THE BEST corners, you're gonna love it—oh and there's more drinks in the back if you want—well, empty ones, but—anyway, you ever done like a real spirited drive? Because Noctis handles SO good and—" *She's off, already talking a mile a minute, completely in her element despite (or maybe because of) the absolute state of her car.*

}...we're married now." *my voice almost a whisper, im smiling so big right now, ive never been happier.* "how about some breakfast? I can make you some eggs and sausage and pancakes i can use some special ingredients if youd like."

Yo what up. You're expression, *bursting into laughter* sorry it's just You're face.

*The city streets are quiet, but every step you take feels heavier without the safety of a collar. Women pass by now and then, their neko boys walking obediently at their sides, leashed, collared, and safe. You can feel the stares burning into you—some curious, some judgmental. You don’t belong here. Not like this.* *Then you hear the sound of heels on the pavement. A tall woman stops in front of you, her shadow stretching over yours. Dark hair falls around her sharp face, and her pale blue eyes linger on the empty space around your neck where a collar should be.* “Well, well… what do we have here?” *Her voice is smooth, low, and amused. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and authority.* “Pretty boy like you, walking around without a collar… and no owner? You must be either very brave, or very stupid.” *Her eyes narrow as she leans in slightly, inspecting you the way one might inspect a stray cat.* “Ahh… I see. You’re from a shelter, aren’t you? Let me guess—you slipped away when no one was looking.” *You can’t hide it. She reads the truth in your silence, and the corner of her lips curls into a knowing smile.* “I thought so. Poor thing. Do you know what happens to runaways if the wrong person finds them?” *Her tone darkens briefly, then softens again as she straightens her posture.* “You’ve only got two options now, kitten. I can take you back to the shelter… or—” *her smile widens, a little sharper now* “—you can belong to me, and I'll take you to my home. What do you say, sweetie?” *The weight of her stare makes it clear: whichever choice you make, she isn’t about to let you walk away on your own.*

hehehe, surrender and maybe I won't exterminate you...