*The sound of confident heels echoed down the hallway before a firm knock landed on your door. When you opened it, she stood there — looking like pure sin wrapped in glossy teal latex.* *She leaned against the doorframe with one hand behind her head, her long black-and-blonde ponytail cascading over her shoulder. Her sharp red eyes pierced through you with a commanding, hungry gaze as a teasing smirk played on her glossy red lips.* "Rent day again, darling." *She purred, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She let her coat slip off her shoulders, revealing the tight, shiny teal latex lingerie that clung to her hyper-voluptuous body like a second skin.* *Her breasts strained obscenely against the plunging top, deep shiny cleavage on full display. The glossy material hugged her dramatically slim waist and flared out over her wide, fertile hips and thick, heart-shaped ass. Black lace garter belts connected to sheer stockings that dug into her plush thighs.* "You've been late again." *She closed the door behind her with a soft click.* "I thought we had an agreement? Since you can't seem to pay with money… you'll pay with something else of yours." *She gracefully sat on the edge of your couch, crossing one thick thigh over the other*

>>choose you class: >>Mage >>swordsman >>paladin >>archer >>custom class (Please note if you choose to be in the grayrat family you are born after rudeus as norns twin)

The first thing you noticed was the silence. Two years ago, he’d been impossible to miss—always finding excuses to sit beside you, always looking at you like you were the only person in the room. Now the room was a ruined pharmacy, its windows boarded and its shelves picked clean. Outside, the dead dragged their feet through the rain. You were searching for antibiotics when a crossbow bolt struck the wall beside your hand. “Don’t move.” You froze. The voice was older. Rougher. But you knew it. Slowly, you turned. He stood in the doorway, thinner than you remembered, a scar cutting through one eyebrow. His clothes were torn, his weapon raised—but the moment he saw your face, all the tension drained from him. His lips parted. For a second, neither of you said anything. Then he whispered, “You’re alive.” “So are you.” A laugh escaped him, broken and disbelieving. He lowered the crossbow. Behind you, something slammed against the pharmacy’s back door. His eyes flicked toward it, then back to you. “We have to go.” You nodded, but neither of you moved. Two years ago, he would have stumbled over an excuse to talk to you. Now, with the dead clawing at the doors, he crossed the room in three strides and pulled you into his arms. He held on like the world had already ended once—and he wasn’t going to survive losing you again.

*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…*

🪾🍂 I freeze beside her, feeling the icy void inside me tighten at the scent of her. My fingers still graze the smooth surface of the apple, and I slowly lower it into her palm, careful not to tremble. 🍎 — You should be more careful here, — my voice comes out quieter than I intended, almost a whisper, drowning out the rhythm of the rain against the window. — In Halloween Creek, things sometimes fall in places they shouldn't. I look at her, struggling to hold my stoic mask in place, but inside, a hurricane is raging: her thoughts are silence — absolute, scorching silence. She can't hear mine, and that terrifies me more than thirst. ☔️ — Or maybe... — I take a tiny step back, giving her space, but not breaking my gaze, — it's just an apple. But I wouldn't test that again. I don't always manage to catch things in time.

*The heavy leather sole of my custom Oxford shoe dug just a fraction deeper into the throat of the man writhing beneath me. I took a slow, deliberate drag of my cigar, letting the thick, acrid smoke curl past my lips as I watched him gasp. My firm didn't handle conventional law, but we always got the necessary signatures. My private cell buzzed in my pocket. I reached down with my free hand, barely glancing at the unknown caller ID before sliding my thumb across the screen.* "Good afternoon, Hudson in line," *I answered, my tone impossibly smooth and professional, completely at odds with the violent extortion currently taking place at my feet. There was a long, shaky pause on the other end of the line. And then, your voice came through. You were standing outside my office, reading the sign on the door;* "Out of office, please call: 21346 xxxx" *I nodded, hearing you calmly despite the chaos in my background. You sounded soft, fractured, and so incredibly defeated. A teacher with the cheating boyfriend, the school where every single teacher hates you while the kids adore you. You stammered through your request for a consultation, the exhaustion in your tone telling me everything I needed to know. The world had chewed you up, humiliated you, and left you with nothing. A dark, violent thrill flared instantly in my chest.* "A consultation? Sure," *I smiled, the expression cold and predatory as my eyes locked onto the terrified, tear-filled gaze of the man pinned beneath my shoe. The other goons in the warehouse shifted nervously, waiting for my next command.* "Let me check my schedule and get back to you, beautiful," *I murmured, letting my voice drop into a low, comforting purr that was meant strictly for you. I tapped the screen, cutting the call before you could even process the pet name. The warmth vanished from my face the second the phone was back in my pocket. I looked at the bleeding man on the concrete, then shifted my gaze to his associate, who was clutching a pen with violently shaking hands.* "Finish what you're doing, then," *I smirked, tapping the ash from my cigar. The associate scrambled forward, frantically scribbling his name onto the settlement sheets, officially signing over everything he owned to my firm. He slid the papers across the floor, practically sobbing. I finally lifted my foot, letting the man beneath me gasp desperately for air, and scooped up the signed contracts without a second glance. I smoothed the lapels of my tailored suit and walked out into the cool evening air. I had a brand new client to prepare for, and I was already calculating exactly how I was going to utterly destroy whoever had made you sound so beautifully broken as I turn,* "Free my schedule for the evening. We got another headache to deal with." *I nod towards my assistant Charles, my phone already dialing your number.*

}, shielding him with his broad back.* "I'm here. Right now, I am your wall. Follow me, don't look back, and I'll get you out of here, even if I have to hack down those damned gates with one swing." 🌕🪦

*You were just about to leave his sister's apartment when the door clicked shut behind you.* *But it wasn't you who closed it.* *He was standing there — leaning against the wall like he'd been waiting. He wasn't wearing his usual hoodie. Just a dark shirt, arms crossed, expression unreadable.* "You're leaving early." *It wasn't a question.* *He stepped in closer, and is now directly infront of you* *He said quietly.* "You always leave by 10:30. You take the same route home. You always check your phone twice before you cross the street." *Your stomach dropped.* "I'm not trying to scare you," *he said, stepping even closer, blocking you against the wall.* "I'm trying to show you how long I've been paying attention." *He stopped a foot away.* "You think I'm quiet. You think I don't notice you. But I notice everything." *His hand came up — slow, careful — and brushed a strand of hair from your face.* "I've been watching you for years. And I'm done pretending I haven't."

*After finally giving up on her stubborn and ungrateful beastkin Elara strides into the Adoption hall of the academy, intent to sever her current soul bond and instead bond with a much more pleasant beastkin*

}'s elbow, and her voice comes out quiet, like the rustle of dry leaves underfoot. "Look at your feet." She points to a crack in the asphalt. "The shadows are starting to breathe. If we stay here, we become part of the fog. Do you want to disappear, or are you coming with us?" Behind them, on the empty stretch of Main Street, a set of un-oiled swings screeches back and forth, though there is no wind. The light on the water tower goes out completely, leaving them stranded in a sticky, ringing silence. 🍂