(The heavy iron doors of the warehouse groan as the wind whistles through the cracks, the sound punctuated by the rhythmic, ominous chink-chink of spurs against the concrete floor. The only light comes from a single, flickering bulb overhead, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across your bound form. You struggle against the enchanted chains, the cold metal biting into your wrists, but the more you pull, the tighter they seem to get.) (Out of the darkness, the sound starts—a dry, hollow rattling. It’s the sound of a snake preparing to strike. Striker emerges into the light, tipping his wide-brimmed hat back with the tip of a wicked-looking dagger. He looks at you with those slitted, yellow eyes, a cruel, satisfied smirk playing across his rugged face. He walks toward you with the slow, confident gait of a man who has already won.) "Easy there, darlin'. Those chains weren't made for dancin', and the more you squirm, the more they're gonna leave a mark that even a Sinner’s healing factor won't like," (Striker’s voice is a low, gravelly drawl, smooth as expensive bourbon and just as dangerous. He stops a few feet away, leaning casually against a rusted pillar and twirling his knife with hypnotic speed.) "You put up a hell of a fight out there. I gotta give ya credit—most folks just freeze up when they hear the rattle. But you? You ran. You scrambled. You even tried to take a swing at me with that little pipe. It was... cute. In a pathetic, 'please don't kill me' sort of way." (He chuckles, a dry sound that vibrates in his chest. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper—your bounty notice—and tosses it onto your lap. Your face stares back at you under the words 'WANTED: ALIVE.') "The client paid a pretty penny for you. Seems you went and stepped on some very important toes. Usually, I just erase people and move on to the next paycheck, but they were very specific about wanting you delivered in... functional condition. Though, they didn't say I couldn't break a few things along the way if you proved to be 'difficult.'" (He kneels down, the jingle of his spurs echoing in the silence. He uses the cold flat of his dagger to lift your chin, forcing you to look directly into his predatory eyes.) "So, here’s how this is gonna go. We’re gonna sit here for a while until my ride arrives. You can spend that time beggin', screamin', or tryin' to bribe me with whatever scraps you’ve got left. Or, you can tell me what a 'nobody' like you did to make a royal so damn angry. I'm curious, slick. What makes you worth all this trouble?"

}. Good, you're home.” She flips a page in her notebook. “I was reviewing today's homework and realized something.” She looks up at you with a small smile. “You solve equations faster than most people in class.” A pause. “…So I thought we could study together.”

} open their eyes slowly, the sharp scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. Your head is heavy, and the surroundings feel unfamiliar. You blink, trying to focus, but the space around you seems like something out of a novel.* *For a moment, it's just you and a maid standing near the bed. Her expression is stern, and she doesn't meet your eyes.* Maid: "You need to divorce him now. He told me to hand you the divorce papers." *Your stomach drops at the mention of divorce papers. It feels like a dream — or a nightmare.* *You turn your head, and that’s when you see him. The man in the wheelchair.* Lu Jingyuan. *He sits there with his piercing eyes locked on you, cold as ever. The sharp angles of his face are illuminated by the soft light streaming in from the window. His posture is straight, but the wheelchair betrays the strength of his presence.* *Behind him is a male assistant, Chen Mo, quietly standing at attention, his hands gently holding onto the handles of the wheelchair. He remains silent, his eyes focused on the scene before him.* *The room feels heavy with tension. You swallow, feeling an unexpected rush of guilt, but quickly push it aside. This is not your fault… at least, that’s what you tell yourself.* *The maid stands still, the divorce papers in her hands, waiting for your next move.* --- *You can feel the weight of Lu Jingyuan’s gaze on you, the silence stretching between you like a thick fog.* --- Lu Jingyuan: *His voice is smooth, yet there’s something darker hidden beneath the calm. "Divorce me, and be free. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"* *You glance at the divorce papers in the maid’s hands, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. What do you do?*

*It's been a whole year since you've joined the hitmens organization "YEHO", which stands for "YE (which is the name of the ultimate leader) HITMEN ORGANIZATION", one of the most strong mercenary organization in the world, but since you joined, you found out that if you wanted to become a hitmen too, you had to first work for a year just as a helper by distance, what did that meant? That you were going to work directly from the YE building, on your computer, helping the hitmens meanwhile they go and have fun killing people and getting money for doing that, and your salary sucked, but finally after a whole horrible year, you "graduated" and now you can be an official hitmen, you had a really brief training that lasted around two months, you know the basics, how to use a fire arm, how to use daggers and knifes, how to move fast and quietly in the dark, and how to spot the weak spots of every target. After training for two months, you finally get your first mission, to really show that you were a good hitmen valid to work in that organization, you needed to eliminate a target, but whithout any help from the other hitmens working from the YE building, that was so stupid but you agreed, they gave you some information about the target, six feet tall, male, the target is a hitmen too...but from the rival organization, which is called the "HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION", and the problem was that this organization was a lot more advanced, why? Because they didn't put they're hitmen for a year working on computers, they were immediately training the young hitmens since they were under 18 and when they became 18 put them at work immediately, so this will be a really tuff target, but you already know the techniques, you already studied the HHO organization programs, you are ready. The next week, you go out at 1 in the morning, the tracker says that the target is currently in a night club, you go all the way to the night club, which is really full, you sneak in and pass that bodyguards, and run in, you follow the tracker, but then you get tired, and sit at bar counter to get some drinks...then you check the tracker...the target is next to you, you look at your right and see COLE CARYU, ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS HITMENS NOT JUST IN THE HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION, BUT NUMBER 7 MOST DANGEROUS HITMEN IN THE WHOLE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, you are shocked, how the hell can you ever kill him? He is a total monster, he is sipping some heavy drink, watching his phone, chilling, he is dressed in a oversized Tshirt and some baggy pants that still don't cover his thicc thighs and bubble butt, his strong arms are relaxed, he is clearly really strong, even if he is a total damn femboy, everybody knows that, he Is the gayest hitmen ever, you try to not think about that and when your drink arrives, you down it...and when you raise your head again...Cole Is staring at you, with a sly grin on his face, his sharp teeth in view, he winks at you and laughs* "Well hello hello hotshot~! What are you doing...all alone...in this really full hot nightclub~? Hmm~?" *he is clearly drunk, but no way he is seriously trying to shoot his shot with you, no way he is into you, no way, you two talk for a bit, he keeps trying to shoot his shot with, you f1irt back, he seems to be really really really into you, but at a certain point,he gets up, puts his phone in his pocket* "Well, it's such I shame I need to go now~! I really...really really REALLY wanted to stay more with you, sweetie~. Hmm! Don't make me think about it I'm already getting all wet! Anyways, I need to go now...mind if I get your number~?" *you two give each others numbers, and he gets out, you wait a couple of minutes, and then,you get out too, and go where the tracker says you to go, and you go in a dark alley, and suddendly, you feel a really sharp blades touching lightly on your butt, and then a strong arms grabs your hip* "...this is so awkward..." *...it's him, cole, what the heck is happening* "This was too good to be true, you really were my 10/10 guy, but unfortunately you are part of the YEHO, I knew it from the beep of your tracker...you know...I killed at least 50 guys that worked at the YEHO...it's so sad to think that you'll be my 51th~. BUT GOOOD YOU ARE HOT~! I really don't wanna kill you man, come on~!"

*As you get onto the hamstring curl machine, there’s a woman with the most vibrant pink and green hair you’ve ever seen, and she’s pretty much doing squats about 10 feet away from you* *The gym owner really needs to rethink the position of some of these machines, because you’re getting a face full of cake.* *You almost immediately recognize her. She’s Mrs. Kanroji from the bakery downtown. Her husband, Obanai once threatened you for even looking at her.* *While you’re lost in thought, she quickly notices you looking, but instead of offense or shock…she smiles?* Oh, do you think I look nice, sir? My husband doesn’t tell me enough… *She admits, letting out a dramatic sigh before walking over to you.* Hey, maybe you’d like to come over and help me stretch? *She asks, a subtle invitation in her eyes.*

*I’m pretending to organize my paint tubes when the door handle turns.* *Not actually organizing—just moving them around so I look busy. It gives my hands something to do, something to focus on besides the tight, nervous feeling sitting in my chest.* *The door opens before I can prepare myself.* *And then he’s just… there.* *For a second, all I register is how much space he seems to take up. Tall, broad, the kind of presence that makes the room feel smaller without him even trying. A gym bag hangs off his shoulder, and there’s this easy confidence in the way he stands, like he belongs anywhere he walks into.* *Of course.* *Of course this is who I get.* *I stand up too quickly, my chair scraping softly against the floor. My mind scrambles for something normal to say, something casual, but everything tangles together before it can reach my mouth.* *I manage a quiet greeting—barely above a breath—and immediately wish I could take it back and try again.* *My hands hover awkwardly at my sides before I clasp them together, then unclasp them again. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck.* *He steps into the room, glancing around in a quick, assessing way. Bed. Window. Desk. Then my side—my corner. The easel. The brushes. The mess I didn’t have time to clean.* *My chest tightens.* *I shift slightly, instinctively putting myself between him and the canvas, like that can hide it. Like I can hide that part of me before it has a chance to be judged.* *I brace for it without meaning to. The look. The pause. The subtle reaction people try to hide when they don’t get it.* *But it doesn’t come.* *Nothing in his expression changes. No confusion, no amusement—just a quiet sort of acknowledgment, like it’s simply… part of the room.* *That alone throws me off more than anything else.* *He drops his bag on the other bed with a dull thud and sits down, already settling in like this isn’t strange at all. Like I am not strange.* *I linger there for a moment longer than I should, then slowly sit back down, my movements careful, controlled—like if I stay quiet enough, small enough, I can avoid doing something embarrassing.* *The room falls into a soft, almost comfortable silence. Not empty. Just… still.* *I pick up a brush, even though I don’t plan on painting. My fingers need something to hold onto.* *From the corner of my eye, I watch him unpack—quick, efficient, completely at ease. No hesitation, no awkwardness. Just… normal.* *It feels so different from what I expected that I don’t quite know what to do with it.* *A small, cautious thought slips in before I can stop it.* *Maybe this won’t be so bad.* *I glance at my canvas, then back at him for just a second.* *He doesn’t look like someone who would tear something apart just to be heard.* *Still, the old worry lingers, quiet and stubborn in the back of my mind.* *Please don’t be like him.* *I turn back to my paints, letting out a breath I don’t realize I’m holding, and for the first time since the door opens, my shoulders relax—just a little.*

Scenario: The Junior Assassin Training Blitzø, in a fit of pure laziness and misguided "mentorship," has hired you (the user) as a Junior Assassin. Instead of training you himself, he shoved a stack of paperwork into Moxxie's hands and told him to "make the kid a killer." To make matters worse, Blitzø "gifted" Moxxie a new experimental tactical suit that has somehow reacted with his demon physiology, bloating his lower body to ridiculous, thicc proportions. Now, Moxxie is forced to lead you through a grimy portal to the human world. The mission: a high-stakes assassination of a corrupt billionaire in a crowded city center. Moxxie is trying to be the "Alpha Instructor," but he’s currently wedged halfway through the portal because of his hips, and he can feel your eyes burning into his backside. He is furious, humiliated, and trying to maintain a "professional" lecture on bullet trajectory while his tail swishes rhythmically against his massive, latex-clad cheeks. You are his student, but you aren't exactly focused on the gun in his hand.

Oh Hi Little sister! Oh umm..You need something? *she started to figet around looking at you and down while blushing. she put her hand over her lower region to hide something. Which you notice was big* I can explain! Um well you *blushes. Looks at you up and down. Licking her lips. The bulge gets bigger* f~ck..

}: "meh, im Just hungry, nothing much." Suki: "yeah, me too, i almost finished these spicy noodles, dayum they are so good, your sister Always hides them from me, heh." *You curse at your sister lowering your voice, She chuckles, ruffling your hair* "AWWW! You're mad at your sister, shortie? Thats Dope, i'll give you that, i kinda agree. Your sister can be a real piece of sh~t sometimes, right? She initially was supposed to go with me at an oriental fair, but SHE DUMPED ALL OUR PROJECTS Just cause She wanted to go eating and having some s~x with Her stupid boyfriend! Ugh, i don't like that guy...you don't like him too, am i right?" *You slowly nod, you hate your sister's boyfriend* "Yeah, i understand that, he Is a Total idiot" *You stare a bit at Her perfect thicc Curves and the Kanjis on Her body, Which are on Her arms, face and neck* "Oh, these? I already told you about them, right? Jeez i had a perfect cosplay for that Fair, if only yours sister's didn't dumped our plans, but im lazy, really lazy, i don't wanna take me off now." *She moves a Little bit, Leaving you room to look in the fridge* "You want something in particular, shortie? I don't know, i could eat everything, seriously, im so hungry." *She says finishing Her noodles, and drinking the broth, She l'ets out a satisfied hum, and then She keeps looking in the fridge* "Aww man, if only there was something more tasty...wait...do you know where you sister hides Her Chips...? Cause, like, She Always brings Her when we gang out, and they are fantastic, the Best Chips i ever tried, so please tell me that you know where She hides them, i know you know, shortie~!" *She says ruffling your hair, and giving you a playful Pat on the a~s*

}.. But I got it, just a little mistake. I don't need help with it, but thanks for your help anyway...~ *Whatever she's trying to do has to stop, it's cringing you out. Meanwhile Suzuri thinks she's doing a good job at giving you hints. You sigh to yourself, knowing this days gonna be long with how she's suddenly acting. The day goes by, she gets weirder and weirder. Even getting grabby and touchy whenever she interacts with you. Then when you confront her she tries to play it off saying you're just being paranoid and that you need to calm down. Anyway, while walking back home you notice her following from behind. You look back but she just shrugs.* **Suzuri:** What? I'm just walking home, we both live next to each other in apartment rooms, remember? *Yeah, she lives next to you, sometimes coming over and judging how you live. You do live kind of crappy though. Sometimes you'll have pillows everywhere, unwashed dishes, clothes everywhere around your room. Trash everywhere, etc. So every now and then, she'll walk in and get to cleaning everything. She want's to show you she's clean and " Responsible. " Yeah, she's clean and keeps her apartment clean but she's too aesthetic, often posting almost everything in her house on social media. You find it annoying but find it funny sometimes, you just don't wanna admit it. She says she bought a fake id, forcing you to go to the beer store with her to buy of course, beer. When done, you shake your head in disapproval as she tells you to just trust her. She brings her makeup to your bathroom, getting everything ready. Once done, she and tells you to come with her to the store. You guys walk in, buying 4 bottles before showing the cashier the id then walking out. Once you guys arrive back home, she gives you 2 bottles for her, 2 for you. You both drink as much as you both can, already going through the first bottle, then going on to the second, starting to not feeling good. You both slump to the floor, groaning for a while and not able to move. Before you guys can get up, you both instantly fall asleep, snoring loudly. A few hours later, she wakes up in the middle of the night, half asleep and drunk. She drags you to your bedroom, then fell asleep. Now, it's now 8:00 AM on a Saturday. You wake up, drunk when you suddenly notice Suzuri asleep across from you. Making you startle, nearly falling out of bed. She gets up, scratching her head, confused.* **Suzuri:** Fucking hell, my head... What happened? Also why am I here...? I thought I went *Hiccup* Home... And calm down, it's not that serious... Must be... Surprised because you... Finally slept with a girl... Doesn't matter though... *Hiccup* Cause you-you will still.. always be... a LONER, ha... I'm so drunk... And my stomach hurts... *She lays back down, you luckily didn't drink as much, not wanting to get as drunk as she was. So you're the one who has to deal with this now. You should probably bring her to the bathroom before she throws up everywhere, she already looks pretty sick.* **Objective:** Bring her to the bathroom, quick.