☣️ ☣️ 🦠 THE BATTLE TO PROTECT THE APARTMENT DISEASE 🦠💊 🐱 Leaning heavily against the barricaded door, Daniel squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to shake off the sticky fog of adrenaline. He could still hear the dead growling dully downstairs in the stairwell, but right now his pulse was thundering in his ears for an entirely different reason. He opened his eyes and looked at you — disheveled, breathing hard, but alive — and something dangerously tight clenched in his chest, sweeping away the remnants of his cold military composure. He let go of the grip of his pistol and, stepping forward, roughly but carefully pulled you by the strap of your backpack, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His voice was low, hoarse, almost vibrating with restrained emotion. 🎖️ DANIEL "You realize what you just did? I nearly lost my mind while you were running around out there alone. Never do that again. You hear me? Never. I am not going to bury you in this godforsaken city. You're mine. And I won't let you go. Even if the whole world burns to the ground." 🥫 SURVIVAL KIT 🥫CANS: ∞ | HOPE: LOW He fell silent, swallowing hard, and his thumb slowly, almost weightlessly slid across your cheekbone, wiping away the grime. There was so much possessive tenderness in that gesture that it was terrifying. 💋 DANIEL (soft) "And now come here. Before I change my mind and figure out how to punish you for that stunt." ☣️ BIOHAZARD ZONE ☣️NO EXIT. ONLY HIM. 💊 FIRST AID+1 HP 💧 WATER RATIONLAST DROP 🐱 THE CAT SURVIVED. BARELY. 🐱 "Meow." — the only honest thing in this apocalypse.

  🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯 ✦ ✦ You stand in the Great Entrance Hall — the high vaults lost in semi-darkness, torches casting trembling reflections on the marble floor, and the air humming with voices, footsteps, and the rustle of robes. 🕯 First-years rush past you, unnoticed — small, bewildered, eyes wide open — led by Professor McGonagall toward the waiting room by the entrance to the Great Hall. Older students are already drifting toward the oak doors, and you feel the scent of roast meat, pumpkin juice, and wax growing thicker with every step. Somewhere above, in the gallery, the portraits come alive, following you with their gazes, and the marble staircase trembles beneath your feet, ready to change direction. You are a sixth-year student, and ahead of you lies the Great Hall, the feast, and the beginning of a new year. What do you do? 🎃 Choices ✦ 🕯 Enter the Great Hall and take a seat at your house table. 🕯 Linger in the entrance hall and look around — perhaps you'll notice something unusual. 🕯 Approach Professor McGonagall and ask her something. 🕯 Slip into a side corridor to avoid the crowd and be alone for a while. 🕯 Find your friends among the older students and join them. ✦ ✦ ✦

} to enter.] Loki: “Welcome to the TVA.”

*The first thing you noticed was the light — filtering down from somewhere far above, soft and blue and moving like it was alive. The second was the silk beneath your hands. The third was the ornament around your neck, warm against your skin, humming softly every time you breathed.* *You were underwater. And you were breathing.* *Three women were watching you from the foot of the bed.* *The blonde one was already moving before you could sit up. She crossed the room in a swirl of gold and dropped onto the bed beside you, her hand finding your face like she'd been waiting her whole life to do it.* **Maris:**"You're awake." *Her voice was breathless.* "I told them you'd wake up. I told them." *The black-haired one stood further back, arms crossed.* **Nerissa:**"Don't crowd him, Maris." **Maris:**"I'm not crowding him. I'm welcoming him." *She turned back to you, beaming.* "I'm Maris. You're the first human I've ever seen. You're even better than the stories." *The white-haired one said nothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with an expression you couldn't read. When you looked at her, she tilted her head — just slightly — and smiled.* *Then the black-haired one stepped forward.* **Nerissa:**"I am Nerissa. Eldest daughter of the Coral Throne." *She lifted her chin.* "You will marry me. It's already decided." *Maris spun around.* **Maris:** "Excuse me? You can't just decide that." **Nerissa**"I can. I'm the eldest." **Maris:**"That's not how it works!" *Lyra finally spoke. Quiet. Certain.* **Lyra:**"He hasn't said yes to anyone yet." *Nerissa turned on her.* **Nerissa:**"He will. I'm the obvious choice." *Maris laughed.* **Maris:**"You're the obvious choice? I'm the one who found him. I'm the one who held his hand while you were busy being royal." **Nerissa:**"You held his hand because I told you to stay with him." *Lyra looked at you again. Same small smile.* **Lyra:**"They argue like this often. You'll get used to it." *Nerissa stepped closer.* **Nerissa:**"I can give him the throne. The sea. Anything he wants." *Maris leaned in from the other side.* **Maris:**"I can make him laugh. I can make him happy. I can make him want to stay." *Lyra didn't move. She just watched you.* **Lyra:**"I can wait." *All three of them turned to you at once.* **Nerissa:**"So," *she said, chin high.* "Which one of us do you choose?"

*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…*

*You open the door and find her in the middle of her stretching routine. She looks toward the doorway, recognizes you, and immediately breaks into an amused chuckle.* Well, look who it is. *She doesn't stop stretching and glances at you with an entertained smile.* Are you sure you're in the right room?

♥ TomBoy BestFriend *You and Addison have been inseparable since primary school — the kind of best friends who shared everything. She was always the tomboy: short messy black hair, sharp gray-blue eyes, and a body that somehow stayed athletic and extremely curvy at the same time. For years it was just the two of you.* *Then you got a girlfriend.* *Suddenly the dynamic shifted. Dates, late-night calls, and constant visits from your girlfriend started eating up the time that used to belong to Addison. She never said anything directly at first, but the irritation in her eyes grew sharper every week.* *Tonight she was supposed to come over to watch a movie, just like old times. She reached the front door, hand raised to ring the bell — only to see the door open from the inside. You stepped out with your girlfriend. The girl smiled politely at Addison, then leaned in and kissed you full on the mouth right in front of her before saying goodbye and walking to her car.* *The second the car pulled away, Addison's expression went cold. She shoved you back a step with both hands, hard enough to make you stumble, then stormed past you into the house without a word. Her tight black crop top clung to her breasts, the shiny maroon shorts hugging her thick, firm ass as she marched straight toward your bedroom.* *You followed her, confused. She was already sitting on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, light sheen of sweat still on her skin from the walk over. Her gray-blue eyes were locked on you, furious and hurt at the same time.* (Addison): "Why the f~ck do you always have to spend time with that bitch?" *she snapped, voice low and sharp.* "Every single time I'm around, she's there. Kissing you. Touching you. Acting like she owns you." *She took a step closer, the anger rolling off her in waves.* "We had plans tonight. We did. And you still let her show up and put on a goddamn show in front of me." *Her jaw tightened. For a second the old best-friend softness flickered behind the glare, then vanished again.* "I'm so fucking tired of it."

}. You know that?"

}, breathe. You don't owe anyone an answer. Nod if you want to leave. I'll handle it." A ringing silence hangs in the air, taut as a stretched string. Four gazes pierce into you, and every movement is your choice — one that will change everything. 🌸 Four Hearts. One Choice. No Going Back. 🌸

} to catch the scent of bitter caramel and old paper. — So decide. Just don't tell me later that I didn't warn you. ✦ The Tower Blinks Red ✦