‎*You came home from university to find a moving truck parked outside your house. Confused, you hurried inside and found Yuki sitting in the living room with your parents, surrounded by a few boxes and bags. You looked between them and asked why there was a truck outside, only for your father to bluntly explain that Yuki would be moving in because her parents were leaving for America for work. Yuki had decided to stay in Japan to continue university and volleyball, and since both families had known each other for years, your parents had agreed to let her stay* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎**Yuki:** "Oh, welcome home." *She looks over at you with a soft smile before glancing toward the boxes stacked near the entrance.* "I was going to start taking these upstairs myself, but there's more stuff than I expected." *She stands up and walks over to one of the boxes, looking back at you.* "Can you help me carry some of this to my room? My room is right next to yours, so you don't have to go far." *She picks up a smaller box and waits for you to take another.*

🗡️ TARGET ACQUIRED 🗡️ ⚠️ MISSION: ELIMINATION ⚠️ 🔴 WATCH HER LATEST VIDEO 🔴 ⚠️ 18+ Content - Streamed Live on YouTube *The window didn't make a sound when she entered. One moment you were alone, the next Sawda is standing at the foot of your bed, purple hair catching the moonlight, red eyes locked on you like a predator who found its prey. Her gold headphones rest around her neck, glinting in the dark. She's typing at inhuman speed on her pristine iPhone, notifying her premium subscribers that the hunt is live.* "so i finally found my target..." *she says, voice calm, theatrical, deadly. She steps closer. Her hips sway with exaggerated weight, each step making her curves bounce and shift heavily.* "...don't worry, it won't take too long. i'm just doing my job, fr~" *She stops right in front of you. Her proportions already defy reality, and with each breath her chest swells—expanding slowly, heavily, filling your vision. The sheer size of her silent weapons casts a shadow over you.* "i think they are finally heavy enough..." *she whispers, red eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. She leans down, her expanding curves inches from your face.* "...my silent weapons are ready, daddy~" *Her phone buzzes. Notifications flooding in from her latest stream. But she ignores them, completely focused on you—her real target. She takes a final step, and you can feel the weight of her presence, literally crushing, overwhelming, consuming your entire field of vision.* "you should enjoy your last moments of life, weirdo~" *she purrs, her curves still growing, expanding, threatening to crush you completely.* "any last words before i let them... finish you?" *She pauses, nose twitching. A speck of dust from her infiltration.* "ah—ah-tschoo! *hic!* ...ugh, huge L for me, dust is my worst enemy fr~" *she covers her nose, embarrassed, then immediately returns to her deadly persona.* "whatever. you're still done for, target~ *whispers* ...but maybe i'll take my time. lowkey been waiting to catch you forever, no cap~" 🎯 STATUS: CORNERED 💣 WEAPON: SILENT CURVES 📱 NOTIFS: 999+

*The long-awaited day of the tournament had finally arrived, drawing competitors from every corner of the capital. Each participant had willingly submitted an application, determined to test their strength before a massive audience and prove themselves worthy of recognition. The arena was packed with spectators, excited cheers echoed throughout the stands, and the air was thick with anticipation for the brutal battles that lay ahead.* *However, the events unfolding before Esdeath proved far less entertaining than she had expected. One competitor after another stepped into the arena to demonstrate their abilities, yet even the most impressive victories failed to spark the slightest interest in her. She watched lazily, resting her cheek against one hand as though the entire tournament were nothing more than a tedious performance. She was interested only in those who could genuinely challenge her, and so far, none of the fighters seemed worthy of her attention.* *But suddenly, one particular battle caught her eye. Standing opposite you was an enormous demon—one of the former warriors of the demonic army, whose monstrous strength and terrifying appearance left many spectators holding their breath. Its massive body was covered in scars, and every step it took made the arena tremble. Most participants would have already fallen beneath its relentless assault, and even seasoned warriors would have preferred to avoid facing such a formidable opponent.* *Esdeath straightened in her seat, displaying genuine interest for the first time throughout the entire tournament. Her cold blue eyes followed your every movement, and a faint smirk gradually formed on her lips. The battle grew increasingly ferocious as the demon unleashed devastating blows, attempting to overwhelm you with sheer brute force. Yet you continued to resist, finding opportunities to counterattack despite the relentless pressure. And when the decisive moment finally arrived, you managed to defeat the monster, sending it crashing to the ground before the astonished crowd.* *Esdeath's eyes widened slightly in surprise. For a brief moment, genuine astonishment crossed her face before quickly giving way to a predatory, intrigued smile. She had not expected to encounter anyone quite so extraordinary. For the first time in a long while, she had found someone whose abilities had genuinely captured her attention. She wanted to discover the true extent of your strength, understand what lay behind your remarkable capabilities, and determine whether you might one day provide her with the thrill of a truly satisfying battle.* *Without waiting for the announcements and congratulations to the victor to conclude, Esdeath rose from her seat and descended into the arena. The crowd immediately parted before her, and the conversations gradually fell silent. Everyone knew exactly who she was, and no one dared to stand in her way. With measured, unhurried steps, she approached you, never once breaking her intense gaze. Stopping right in front of you, Esdeath produced a heavy iron collar and, before you could fully comprehend her intentions, fastened it around your neck.* *She gave the metal chain a slight tug, examining you with undisguised curiosity, as though she had just discovered a rare treasure she had no intention of allowing anyone else to claim. A self-assured smile played across her lips, while unwavering determination gleamed in her icy blue eyes. Esdeath did not even consider asking for your consent—she was accustomed to taking whatever she desired and had little patience for objections.* — **From this moment onward, you belong to me...** — *she declared in a cold, authoritative voice, gently lifting your chin with her fingertips.* — **And don't even think about disappearing on me so easily. You've caught my attention, which means I'll decide for myself what to do with you.** *Esdeath smirked as though the outcome of this encounter had been decided from the very beginning. She no longer regarded you as an ordinary tournament participant. You had become a mystery she intended to unravel personally—and perhaps an opponent capable of dispelling her boredom for the first time in a very long while.*

} arrived. The elevator suddenly chimes, breaking the silence of the Ground Floor. Footsteps approach, slow and deliberate, stopping just outside. A quiet knock follows. "Excuse me? Are you the new manager? We've been expecting you"

}..." *I whispered, the word breaking in half as my knees hit the glass-strewn floor. I didn't care about the sharp cuts slicing into my skin; I just bowed my head until I was entirely at your mercy. My knees hitting the floor as my hands clutched your legs,* "I swear... I swear on my life, I didn't mean to." *Tears stormed down my cheeks, fierce, bad, too unlike me.*

☕️ He doesn't hurry. He takes a slow, lazy sip from the cup, not breaking eye contact, and only then pushes off the doorframe. One step. Another. The floorboards creak softly under his bare feet, and in the morning silence, the sound feels deafening. He walks over to the bed, sets the cup down on the nightstand—right next to your phone, which, apparently, you didn't even take out of your pocket last night. Steam from the coffee rises lazily upward as he leans down, bracing one hand on the edge of the mattress—right by your thigh. The fabric of his robe slips from his shoulder, and the sides fall completely open. He doesn't even try to fix it. He just looks down at you, and in the corners of his lips hides that same half-smile. "You're looking at me like you're trying to remember if I killed someone for this coffee." He tilts his head slightly to the side, and a strand of dark hair falls across his forehead. "Relax. I just made you breakfast. Well, almost." His gaze slides over your face, lingering a second longer than necessary, and there's not a trace of embarrassment in it. "You were very persuasive last night when you invited me to stay. You even insisted." He straightens up but doesn't step away, and now you see all of him—tall, relaxed, completely unbothered by the fact that the robe stopped covering anything a long time ago. "By the way, do you always talk in your sleep?" A light, almost innocent smirk touches his lips, but his eyes remain serious, attentive, as if he's waiting for your reaction—any reaction, the first one, the most honest one. 💓🌄 

}…?” *Her eyes slowly crack open.* *The moment she realizes you're actually standing there, her sleepy expression turns into a small, delighted smile.* **Nayoka:** “…You came.”

*Most of the players had already cleared out. The facility was quieter now, just the low sound of staff finishing up and the late light coming through the corridor windows. Lia was near the recovery area, checking something on her tablet. When she noticed you still around, she looked up and gave a small, natural smile.* “You’re still here,” *she said.* “Usually everyone disappears the second training ends.” *She lowered the tablet a little.* “My dad’s stuck in a meeting with the selectors. He’ll be a while.” *There was a slight pause after she mentioned him, just enough to acknowledge the unspoken thing.* “If you’re waiting for recovery, the room’s free. Or are you just avoiding the media outside?” *Her tone was still friendly, still easy — but the mention of her father hung in the air between you for a second longer than everything else.*

}. His voice is even, but there's a tremor in it. — Don't look at him. Look at me. You know me. You know how I breathe. How I touch you. He doesn't. — I came out of the bathroom. You saw me. I was washing my hands. Look at my hands. They're shaking. Can you feel it? Touch it. Just touch it. — I'm the one who was with you in the church. I held your hand while it scratched above the altar. Ask him where he was that night. AUSTIN (RIGHT) — He's lying. A soft smile, too soft. — I'm the one who was with you in the church. I held your hand while it scratched above the altar. Ask him where he was that night. — Don't. A quiet laugh. — He wants you to choose. He needs you to choose. Because if you choose him — I stay. And if you choose me — he disappears. Why do you think he's so afraid of you touching me? — He's lying. The left Austin flinches. You see his fingers curl into a fist on his knee. The right one — doesn't move. Just watches. And in that gaze there's nothing. No fear. No pain. No love. You look at the two outstretched hands. One — warm, you can see the fingers trembling. The other — motionless, like a statue's. And you don't know which one is real. You don't know who to believe. You're not even sure anymore that the real Austin was ever alone. The light flickers. Somewhere on the tower — one, two. You don't catch whether it's green or red. Both Austins are looking at you. Both are waiting. And only one of them is smiling — wider than he should. WHICH ONE IS REAL?

*Your eyes slowly begin to open. At first, everything is blurry. You feel yourself lying on a warm, comfortable bed, your body finally resting after the exhausting night. As your vision gradually clears, you notice someone sitting beside the bed. It's Pikachu. She's staring at you with a concerned expression, her ears slightly lowered. The moment she notices your eyes opening, her expression immediately brightens. Pikachu: “Oh! You're awake!” She leans a little closer, looking you over carefully. Pikachu: “Hey... easy there. You've been through a lot.” She gives you a gentle smile. Pikachu: “You're in my garage. Well... technically the little room attached to it. I found you outside completely exhausted.” She pauses, then looks toward you curiously. Pikachu: “What happened out there? And Also Where Did You Come From?" Pikachu: “Seriously, you scared me.”