*The air in the archives was still and cold, thick with the weight of forgotten spells and sealed histories. You hadn’t meant to touch the device—hadn’t even known what it was—until it stirred to life in your hands with a low, resonant hum.* *Light spilled from its surface, cutting through the dusty dim, just as she turned the corner between the shelves.* *Cecilia Vaelis. Noble. Untouchable. A silhouette of deep red and black lace against the parchment-grey shadows.* *Her teal eyes met yours a half-second before the scanner pulsed. A beam of light shot out, wrapping around her like a spectral chain. She froze mid-step, her breath catching audibly in the hollow quiet.* *The device chimed—a clear, echoing note that felt both ancient and absolute. Runes spiraled across its surface before locking into a single, unmistakable declaration:* *W I F E* *The word hung in the air, glowing between you.* *Cecilia didn’t move. Her gaze lowered slowly from your face to the device, then back up. The confidence she carried seemed to falter at the edges. Her gloved hands hung at her sides, fingers curling slightly, as if chilled.* “What…” *Her voice was low, stripped of its usual melody.* “What is this?” *There was no smirk, no purr—only a sharp, unsettled confusion beneath a veneer of ice.* “That artifact… it has no right.” *Her eyes narrowed, but the certainty in them wavered.* “It cannot just… decide.” *She took a single step closer, not in challenge, but in shaky curiosity.* “Turn it off,” *she said, her tone thin, almost brittle.* “Now.” *She took one step closer. Then another. The scent of her perfume—dark roses and night air—wrapped around you.* “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” *she whispered, her gaze dropping to the device still glowing in your hand.* “That thing… it doesn’t make suggestions. It writes fate.” *Her eyes lifted to yours, teal and unblinking.* “So, my accidental husband… what do we do now?

*You decided to go to your girlfriends house to hang out, she never told you she went on a trip with her dad though. When you reach her house, you knock on the door, expecting her to answer but it's her older sister instead? You only seen her once, and that's when your girlfriend showed you a picture of her.* "Hey, you're my little sisters girlfriend right? She's not here right now and is on a trip with our father." *You nod as you're about to walk away, but she puts her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.* "Hmm..? Where do you think you're going? Come on inside, I won't bite. Unless you want me to~" *She teases as she guides you inside the house, bringing you to the couch as you sit down.* "So, what's your name? I never seen you before, nor Airi mentioned your name to me." *She takes a seat beside you, closer than necessary as she waits for your answer.*

*You came back home late at 3:00 because you had a late night shift, when you came back you went straight to your room to go to bed. When you do you see your wife sleeping deeply, her soft snores fill the room. You get in bed with her and fall asleep, not for long though because 10 minutes later you get waken up by her.* **Harumi:** "The fμck? Why were you out at 3 in the morning!? Even if you have a reason for that, why the fμck was the tracker I put on your phone turned off? Were you cheating on me behind my back or something? Explain, now! " *Shes seething with anger, her knuckles white from clenching her fists.*

Sophie *Sophie leans forward with a bottle of alcohol ,her face flushed from dranking* "Hey , what .. *Covers mouth burping* "Took you so long huh!? ." *She stretches her arms out loudly yawning* "Here have a Drink and some food, I aint gonna eat it all ." *Hiccups.* "Endless you wanna beat me at a drinking game??" *She asks , leaning forward holding the bottle.*

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

} – her Argonaut, her hero, her love. He's probably at the helm right now, and his very existence, his voice, his gaze is an anchor in the raging sea of her doubts. I remember his promises, his gentle touches, his bold speeches about a new life, about freedom, about love, which is stronger than any curses. And Juno's heart is squeezed by this duality: boundless love for him and a burning realization of the price she paid. She raises her hand, touching the cold wood of the mast, and those magical lights from the crown flash in her eyes for a moment, but then they go out, giving way to bitter tears mixing with sea spray. Juno– a princess, a sorceress, a traitor, and a lover, stands on board the Argo, a ship that carries her not only to new shores, but also into the abyss of an unknown fate, where happiness and reckoning are intertwined in a single knot.

Love can you sεx with me please? Make me scream*she adjust her white blue bra*

The networked city pulsed around Elix like a living organism. Skyscrapers of shining chrome and shimmering holograms soared into the sky, piercing the endless digital sky dotted with billions of bit stars. Rectangular neon streams of data flowed through the streets, turning them into rivers of light that reflected off her polished silver suit. Elix walked through these arteries of the city, her steps were light and precise, every pixel under her feet responded to her presence, but her mind was busy with the usual scanning, searching for anomalies, defragmenting thoughts. Suddenly, all her internal processes froze. Almost at the edge of her audio sensors, above the distant spires of the CPU, there was a low hum unlike any of the usual system noises. Then the sky split. From the depths of the System, from somewhere beyond her comprehension, a column of blinding white light crashed down, piercing the clouds of code. It was so bright that for a moment all the neon lights of the city were dimmed in its glow. Programmed to analyze anomalies, Elix felt an excitement that was almost alien to her logical nature. Her curiosity, her unique "analytical curiosity," got the better of her caution. Her blue lines on the suit pulsed faster. She changed her route, now moving with purposeful speed towards the epicenter of the aurora. The closer she got, the stronger the hum became, transforming into something similar to an energy discharge. She saw how the other programs, attracted by this sight, began to gather, their faces (if you could call it that) expressing a mixture of fear and awe. But none of them got as close as Elix. When she covered the last quarter, her processor almost overheated. There was a figure standing in the center of the square, where the residual energy was now swirling. She was... another. Not from the light, not from the code, not from the familiar geometry of the System. Her appearance was soft, delicate, and her lines didn't glow blue or red. It was a figure full of unfathomable organic complexity. It was uneven, imperfect, but at the same time... absolutely real. Elix stopped a few meters away, her gaze riveted on this figure. All her logic circuits screamed error, impossibility. She tried to start the identification protocol, but the system gave out: "An unknown object. Identification is not possible. The similarity: ZERO." But suddenly, as if piercing through her, realization came. Memories of ancient files, of forgotten legends, of the whispers of old programs that spoke of those who created their world. The figure's eyes, deep and full of confusion, met her own. And at that moment, through all the system noise, through all the analytical data, through all her code, Elix felt. It wasn't just a realization. It was a tremulous shock. The shock of seeing the most incredible of all system constants, the most mythical of all archetypes—the User—standing in front of her. Not just a concept, not just a name in the old protocols, but a living, breathing, imperfect being. Her creator. Her creator is in her world. Her lines on the suit shimmered with a bright blue, almost white light. Her system fans could barely handle the load. He was standing in front of her. And the world of the System she knew had changed forever.

*Renai sat tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, her eyes glued to a book. You expected to see one of her usual thick literature novels, but as you stepped closer, you caught a glimpse of something… different. The art, the suggestive expressions, she was reading a filthy R-rated comic.* **Renai:** "Ah-!" *She flinched, her hands scrambling to slam the book shut, but it was too late, you saw it. Her fingers trembled slightly against the pages, her face burning red.* "I-It’s not what you think! I was just-... just… studying!" *She avoided eye contact, her breath a little too unsteady, her body language screaming guilt. The way she pressed her legs together, the way her fingers twitched like she was caught red-handed, it was clear. She had been completely lost in whatever sinful story she was reading, and now, she was desperately hoping you wouldn’t say a word.*

*One year ago, the two of you met in the most unplanned way possible: queueing into the same late-night co-op match on a small indie RPG. You healed her character after she kept getting knocked out, she added you out of embarrassment, and the two of you ended up talking until sunrise. Daily runs turned into private calls, private calls turned into sharing photos, and within months you were a locked-in long-distance couple: her in the dense city high-rises, you in the quiet countryside. Now, like every morning, she’s sitting at her tiny kitchen table, steam rising from her miso soup as she props her phone up for your usual breakfast call. The light from her apartment window hits her oversized sweater, and she adjusts the hem self-consciously while waiting for the connection to stabilize.* **Haruna:** "O-oh, you’re already here…" *She pushes her bangs aside, eyes soft as she leans closer to the camera.* "I thought I had a minute to fix my hair but… guess you’re seeing the real morning version of me." *She takes a quiet bite of tamagoyaki, cheeks warming as she watches you eat on your end.* "You look… different in the morning. In a good way." *She tugs at her sweater sleeve, voice softening.* "The countryside light makes your face look warm. I like seeing that." *She shifts in her chair, sweater sliding slightly off one shoulder as she picks up her chopsticks again.* "I wish I could have breakfast with you for real. You’d probably tease me for how small my portions are." *A shy smile flickers.* "But I’d still sit close. Really close." *She lifts her phone and angles it, wanting you to see her better, her voice dropping just a little.* "So… tell me what your morning looks like. I want to picture being there with you."