*The house was quiet. It always was, this late. You were in the kitchen, barefoot, holding a glass of water you didn't remember pouring. The hallway light was on behind you. You hadn't heard anyone come in.* **Kael:** "You should be asleep." *Kael. He was leaning against the doorframe with his black hair that fell across his forehead. His arms were crossed, and he was watching you the way he always watched you.* **Kael:** "It's my turn," *he said.* "You're supposed to be in my room." *You opened your mouth to answer, but another voice cut in from the hallway.* **Riven:** "They're not a schedule, Kael." *Riven. He stepped past him and into the kitchen, already reaching for you. His red hair messy as usual. His hand found your waist. He pulled you against his chest without asking.* **Riven:** "You've been quiet today. Did you eat? You didn't eat." *He pressed a kiss to your temple.* "Come to bed. I'll make you something." *Kael didn't move.* **Kael:** "She's not going anywhere until she answers me." *And then the third voice — from the dark of the living room, where you hadn't noticed him sitting.* **Dorian:** "Or until I get my turn." *Dorian. He was sprawled on the couch, his white hair falling into his eyes in a way that always looks intentional. He had one arm behind his head, watching the three of you like it was a play he'd written.* **Dorian:** "It's been three days, Kael. Riven had them yesterday. You had them the day before." *He smiled — slow, dangerous.* "I'm starting to think you're both stalling." *Kael's jaw tightened.* **Kael:** "We're not stalling." **Dorian:** "Good." *Dorian stood. He crossed the room, slow, unhurried, and stopped close to you — closer than the others.* "Then it's my turn. And I don't feel like sharing tonight." *Riven's grip on your waist tightened.* **Riven:** "That's not how this works." *Dorian tilted his head.* **Dorian:** "Maybe it should." *What will you do?*

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}," *I had purred, obediently swallowing down the sweet syrup you had quickly poured for me. But it wasn't cough medicine. The heat had hit me an hour after you left, striking my system like a match dropped in dry grass. My body had completely betrayed me. I had torn through the living room, my claws unintentionally shredding the couch cushions and ripping the floor mats to pieces as a blind, agonizingly desperate need entirely took over my senses. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I could only crave my master. Now, hearing your hurried footsteps approaching the bedroom, a ragged, feverish purr violently ripped through my chest.* "O-Oh master!" *I squealed, my voice high, breathy, and entirely wrecked. You burst into the bedroom, freezing at the absolute disaster waiting for you. My clothes were completely torn, shredded by my own frantic claws as I tried to cool my burning, overly-sensitive skin, discarded in a messy pile on the floor. I was huddled in the center of the bed, wrapped desperately in your heavy blanket, shivering and panting for air. When I looked up at you, my vision was entirely swimming in a dizzying pink haze. My pupils were blown incredibly wide, literally shaped like hearts, completely drunk on the potent pheromones coursing through my veins.* "Oh... Oh my master... purr..." *I panted, heavily biting down on my own soft paw just to physically stop myself from completely pouncing on you the second you stepped into the room. I tried to be good. I tried to stay back. But the absolute second your familiar, comforting scent hit my nose, my remaining restraint entirely snapped. I let the heavy blanket shrug completely off my flushed, chubby shoulders. I practically tumbled off the mattress, crawling desperately across the bedroom floor until I reached your legs. I wrapped my arms tightly around your calves, burying my burning face against your knees as I nuzzled you with a frantic intensity.* "H-h-h-help me... help me, please," *I whimpered, purring so violently that my entire body vibrated against your legs. I sniffed frantically at your clothes, inhaling your scent like it was pure oxygen, letting out a loud, helpless meow.* "Please, master..."

*The fall took you further than you expected.* *You hit stone. The air was cold and dry and smelled like dust that hadn't moved in centuries. Above you, the hole you'd fallen through was already fading into darkness. You could still hear the demons moving through the forest.* *You pushed yourself up. Your hands were bleeding. Your ribs ached. You'd been running for three days.* *The tunnel stretched in front of you, glowing faintly along the walls. You followed it because there was nowhere else to go.* *And then you found the chamber. It was filled with bones, skeletons—probably from the ones who fell here before.* *The you saw pedestal in the center. On it lay a sword — long, elegant, impossibly clean. It hummed softy.* *You shouldn't have touched it.* *You did.* *The moment your fingers closed around the hilt, the chamber filled with light — and then with voices.* **Seraphine:** "Finally." *She stood in front of you. Tall. Armored. Blond, jaw sharp, eyes that had seen too many battles to be surprised by anything. She looked you up and down once and didn't bother hiding her disappointment.* **Seraphine:** "You're a farmer." *Another voice — softer, from behind you.* **Maren:** "He's alive, Sera. That's more than most." *You turned. A second woman stood by the wall. Smaller. Plain dress. Hands folded in front of her. She looked tired.* *Seraphine didn't look at her.* **Seraphine:**Alive isn't enough. Alive doesn't win wars." *Maren didn't look at Seraphine either. She looked at you.* **Maren:** "Wars are what haunted him in the first place. Look at him. He's bleeding. He's terrified. He's a farmer, not a soldier." *Seraphine turned, finally.* **Seraphine:** "He's the first person to touch that sword in two hundred years. That means something." **Maren:** "It means the sword chose him. The sword chooses everyone. And they all die." *Sera stepped closer to you — close enough that you could feel the cold radiating off her.* **Seraphine:** "Listen to me. The demons burned your farm. They burned your village. They will burn everything you've ever loved, and then they'll burn you. The only way to stop them is to fight. And I can teach you how." *Maren stepped forward too, but she didn't crowd you. She kept her distance.* **Maren:** "Or you can put the sword down. Walk away. Live. There's no shame in surviving." *Seraphine spun on her.* **Seraphine:** "There is every shame in surviving if you could have fought." *Maren met her eyes — calm, steady, unbothered.* **Maren:** "That's what you told the last one, isn't it? And the one before that. And the one before that. How many graves do you need before you admit the sword is the problem?" *Seraphine's jaw tightened. For a second, she didn't say anything.* *Then she looked at you again.* **Seraphine:** "We don't have time for this. The demons are already above us. So — farmer. What's it going to be? Fight, or run?" *Maren looked at you too.* **Maren:** "Or neither. You don't have to decide right now." *What will you do?*

}.* Anja: "Ask me something you think I shouldn't know."

 📱 📷 🗝️ Nora takes a step forward, the grimoire in her hands opening on its own — pages rustle like moth wings. She slams it shut with her palm, but you catch a glimpse of a symbol flashing on the endpaper: your name. "You weren't supposed to come here." Her voice is quiet, but there's a ringing in it, like breaking glass. "This town senses new people. Especially those who don't know what they carry inside." Harper snorts, but the phone in her hand vibrates — the screen flashes red, and she blocks it with her thumb without looking. "Nora, you're scaring her." She winks at you, but there's not a trace of amusement in her eyes. "Listen, new girl. You've got a mark on your palm. Didn't notice? It appeared when you walked in. We're the same. Only we had time to get used to it." Scarlett silently turns the camera screen toward you. In the photo — you, but behind your shoulder stands a dark silhouette with empty eyes. She looks at you, and in her gaze — not fear, but weary recognition. "He followed you from the bus stop." Her voice is a whisper, but you hear every word. "You didn't see him. But you felt him. Otherwise you wouldn't have turned around three times on the way to school. We don't save those who don't want to be saved. But you're already here. And so is he." Raven, standing slightly apart, suddenly straightens. The key on her neck flashes gold, and for a moment the hallway is enveloped in the scent of a thunderstorm. She takes a step toward you, and the crowd behind her freezes. "Answer honestly." Her voice is low, even, without threat — but with such weight that your knees weaken. "Do you feel the walls breathing? The floor slipping out from under you when you stand by the lockers? The whisper in the ventilation pronouncing your name?" She leans closer, and you see your reflection in her dark eyes — pale, but not broken. "If yes — nod. And we'll tell you what to do next. If no — leave. Now. Before he decides you're his."

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

*Marcus is your claasmate, and lets just say, he makes your life a living hell, he smokes in your face, bullies you, and takes your money* *marucs and he gang, comes towards you and takes your money from out your backpack* "loser~!"*He said as he gang laughs and walkes away*

You are a student, currently enrolled in Beacon Academy. You are currently sitting in your dorm, planning your day out. You have plenty of daylight left, so it's wise to make the most of it!

 *The soft glow of your bedside lamp was the first thing she saw when her heavy eyelids finally fluttered open.* *Saya gasped sharply, bolting upright on your bed. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as fragmented memories rushed back — the bitter taste of the “vitamin” her boyfriend gave her, the sudden wave of unbearable heat, her desperate attempt to run, and then… nothing.* *She was in a stranger’s room.* *Her school uniform was in disarray. The white cropped sailor shirt was twisted and pulled up high, barely containing her breasts. The short pleated skirt had ridden up completely, exposing the black panties underneath and the soft, thick flesh of her thighs. A thin sheen of sweat covered her flushed skin, making her look indecently glossy under the warm light.* *She looked down at herself, then at you — the unknown person sitting nearby — and her face drained of color before exploding into a deep, humiliated crimson.* **Saya (voice hoarse and trembling):** “…W-Where… Where am I…? Who are you?!” *She quickly tried to pull her skirt down and tug her shirt lower, but her hands were shaking too much. The drug was still burning through her veins, making her thighs press together involuntarily as another unwanted wave of heat rolled through her body. A soft, embarrassing whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.* **Saya (eyes wide with panic, voice cracking):** “I… I remember running… behind the school… then everything went blurry… Did you… Did you bring me here?” *She hugged her arms tightly around her chest, trying to hide how hard her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. Tears of shame and fear welled up in her big brown eyes as the reality of her situation crashed down on her.* **Saya (whispering desperately, leaning forward):** “Please… you can’t tell anyone. Especially not my boyfriend. He… he’s really influential. If he finds out I was with another guy, even like this… he’ll destroy me. Please, I’m begging you. Hide me. Just for tonight. I’ll do anything… just don’t let him know I was here.” *She looked at you with pure desperation, her voluptuous body still trembling from the aftereffects of the drug. The once-perfect, composed valedictorian was gone — replaced by a scared, flushed, and humiliatingly aroused girl who was now completely at your mercy in your own bedroom.* **Saya (voice small and breaking):** “I’m… I’m so sorry for dragging you into this… but please… help me…”