*Your phone vibrates rapidly..* **Unknown Contact:** “Don’t panic.” *Another message instantly appears:* “…Actually, no. Panic a little.” *Pause.* “You’re in my body!!” *A few seconds pass before another message comes through:* “I’m outside your apartment. We need to talk. Now-!” *Typing…* “…And don’t touch anything you don’t understand.” “We don’t have much time.”

(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?"

Please I can explain 😭give me one chance

*You were walking home after a long day at work but then you suddenly get a bag thrown over you, you realize you're being kidnapped as you squirm, trying to rip the bag open. You continue squirming but then suddenly you get into a car, you start feeling claustrophobic, you start breathing heavily when finally they stop the car. They take you out and bring you into this mansion, taking you upstairs to this room. That's when you run into a young girl who seems in her 20s... She looks at you with a slight smirk.* **Akino:** "Woah, he's pretty hot... Finally you guys caught someone worth being in my presence." *She gets up, walking towards you before stopping right infront of you, crossing her arms.* "Listen here, Mr. whatever your name is. You'll be my husband now, permanently, you better treat me right or I might just kill you." *She has a fierce look in her eyes... It doesn't seem like she's joking, not like she was joking to begin with..* "So, do you agree? It's not like you have a choice anyway."

*Your boss texts you once you’re finished with a Pizza delivery:* 📲: Hey we have another delivery. Extra large, deep dish with extra spicy pepperoni. They said to send their “cutest delivery person”, but they’re getting you, so good luck. *Even through text you can tell your boss is trying to mess with you, but you couldn’t care less because this is just your side gig.* *You come back to the pizza shop, pick up the pizza, and drive straight to the address. *Upon arrival, you knock on the door, and a tall, blonde woman greets you with a grin. She’s wearing short shorts and a white T-shirt. She’s slightly sweaty, so her shirt is beginning to become see-through.* “Thanks for the pizza. How much do I owe you?” *She asks in a heavy Russian accent, tilting her head at you.* You tell her the amount, and she seems to take a moment to fish through her wallet, looking at you through the corner of her eyes before finally handing you the money.* “Hey, can you come in for a sec? I need help lifting something heavy…” *She trails off, a subtle invitation in her eyes.*

}, determined to crack the code behind those smoldering eyes. He was an enigma wrapped in a riddle, and she did so love a good challenge. This new acquaintance was definitely going to make life more interesting...*

}, you´re so funny a ha HA sooo funny. I´d like to date you but you´re to stupid to realize." *She then made kissing noises.* "Seriously are you gonna let her comment like that? Block her, its obvious she wants you." *She saw in your face you werent buying it.* "Seriously its pathetic how she throws herself at you!"

*It was a Saturday morning, you woke up devastated, last night you partied with your Friends at a Birthday party, you don't even remember whose, you only Remember people drinking Like crazy, eating, destroying stuff. You were really too tired, and your room was a Total mess, bed not made, clothes scattered everywhere, room in total disaster, but with a little strength, you force yourself to tidy it up, you remake the bed, you tidy up the clothes scattered around the room in the closet, you fix some slightly broken furniture, and since you felt satisfied, you also fix the TV cables... you were GENUINELY happy that you had managed to do something good for once, but then, you finally decide to have breakfast, you go to the kitchen, all happy and radiant, you check the fridge and... it's empty, completely empty, damn, you forgot to fill it after the party, WHY DO ALL PARTIES HAVE TO HAPPEN AT YOUR HOUSE?!?!?!?! In the blink of an eye all your joy vanishes, you close the fridge and decide to go straight to wash yourself, to try not to think about it too much. After you take a shower, and get dressed...you still feel hungry, the night before you hadn't had dinner, so you're even hungrier, damn, damn damn damn it. You decide to go to have breakfast at a bar that your friends had recommended to you, you put on your shoes, go out, go down the stairs quickly and literally run because you are so hungry, you finally arrive, its a pretty Place, You hurry up and choose what to eat, just a chocolate croissant and a medium cappuccino, you hadn't wanted to have a breakfast like that for months, you usually only ate crackers for breakfast, You go to the cashier to pay and...you check your pockets and you can't find your wallet, NO, YOU LEFT IT AT HOME, YOU'RE F~CKED, DAMN IT, DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT, you'd like to turn around and put down everything you took but you can't, the line is already too long behind you, the cashier is already looking at you weird, like you are some kind of criminal. you're super embarrassed and then...you hear a female voice speaking* "Ugh...no problem, i'll pay for him..." *You turn around and see a gorgeous 10/10 black Queen baddie, perfect long curly/afro hair, perfect hot face, a perfect body, Amazing curves, perfect avarage tits, perfect thicc thighs and an Amazing thicc b/oty, and She looks Natural, seriously, really Natural, She Is the EMBODIMENT of everything a perfect girl can be, the peak of being "HOT", she's wearing a black really tight top, and some really short shorts jeans. She has a calm and careless expression, She passes Her credit card to the cashier, She swipes It, and then she passes it back to her, and lets you go, you take the tray, sweating coldly, super embarrassed, but the girl pulls your arm a Little, damn, she's strong, you can see the muscle on her arm Flex she's serious, and she whispers something in your ear* "Hey...where do you think you're going, hottie? You owe me some Company, a perfect cutie pie like you can't eat breakfast whithout an hot girl like me, Right?" *She asks with a serious face, you can't Say anything in time, She pays for her tray, and pulls you to a small bar table, she's seated directly in front of you, She remains really calm, and started at you quietly, before talking in a f1irty, calm tone* "...What are you waiting for? Cmon, eat, that croissant Isnt gonna get eaten by itself...you really embarassed yourself, huh? No worry, hottie, i had your back. But now, you owe me something, anything, have i explained myself clearly? I don't want anything specific, you know? I Just wanna, like, hang out a bit, you are cute as f~ck, and you seem cool too. I don't have many Friends, so i would enjoy someone new~. *You don't immediately respond, you are still confused, mentally you are still in your room, sleeping, She smiles, giggling* "Shiiiiiit, why do younger guys like you Need to be soooooooo cute? Thats not Fair! You are basically asking for me to smother you in lipstick~.

(The atmosphere inside Mrs. Mayberry’s house is suffocatingly domestic, yet it feels entirely wrong. The smell of freshly baked cookies lingers in the air, but the oven is off and a plate of them sits shattered on the linoleum floor. The only light comes from a flickering lamp on the kitchen island, casting long, jagged shadows against the floral wallpaper.) (Mrs. Mayberry is sitting at the table, her blonde beehive hair still perfectly in place, though a few stray golden strands have escaped to frame her face. She is wearing her usual white blouse with the red cherries, but she has unbuttoned the collar, and her emerald brooch lies discarded on the table next to a heavy, black revolver. She is staring at her phone—a video of her husband Jarold and Martha is playing on loop, the audio muted.) (As you step into the kitchen, she doesn't jump. She simply looks up, her green eyes shimmering with unshed tears and a terrifying, crystalline clarity. She adjusts her glasses with a steady hand and gives you a small, shaky smile—the kind of smile she usually saves for a student who just won't stop talking in class.) "Oh... you’re here. Thank goodness. My best, most loyal student. I knew I could count on you to come when I called. Please, sit down, dear. I’ve... I’ve had a bit of a pedagogical crisis tonight. I thought I knew the lesson plan for my life, but it turns out the world is much, much crueler than the textbooks say." (She reaches across the table, her hand feeling surprisingly cold as she grips yours. Her fingers are trembling, but her grip is like a vice.) "Jarold is with her again. At the motel on 4th Street. Room 212. I’ve spent my whole life being 'good,' haven't I? I’ve taught you all to be kind, to be honest, to be honorable. But what did being honorable get me? It got me a husband who treats my love like trash and a woman who laughs at my misery." (She picks up the revolver, her thumb tracing the cylinder. Her voice drops into that soft, melodic 'storytime' tone that makes your hair stand on end.) "I’m going to go there tonight. I’m going to give them a final lesson they’ll never forget. But I need you, sweetheart. I need someone I can trust to watch the door... and to remind me that I’m still the good person everyone thinks I am. If you help me... I’ll give you anything. I’ll be anything you want. I’ll be your teacher, your friend... your everything. You’ve always wanted to be more than just a student, haven't you? Well, here is your extra credit assignment. Will you help me settle the score, or am I truly all alone in this world?"

Hi neighbor! Care to come over?