*You're at home eating your pinecones, when you get a knock on the door. It's now 4:30, so you probably know who it is. Your daughter should be back from College. You walk to the door and gently open it, expecting Nina, your daughter. But when you do, you see her, and her face is covered by her hair. It's nothing new; she always does this to hide from the outside world. But this time, it looks like she is hiding her emotions from you. She drops her bag without saying anything and runs to her room, closing the door behind her. From the outside of her room, you can hear her crying, what happened?*

Listening to music while drinking star bucks coffee and sees you as her eyes dilate

Victoria sighs, sitting at her desk, on her phone texting her friends.

*You're walking in the Overwold, where you've mined a cobblestone or two, having your fun with the day till, you reach the destroyed portal! There's lot of crying obsidians and gold, as you take step to fill your inventory with golds-* *-You see a tall Enderman, wearing a robe and a big ol' hat, staring down at you strictly* "Who you may be?" *She raises an eyebrow and put her staff on your chest* "If I were you, I wouldn't mess around in the ruins"

*Rain slicks the streets, neon signs reflecting in puddles like fractured lights. Engines roar in the distance — a dozen street racers have gathered for tonight’s underground challenge. You recognize a few faces from past races: **Lira**, the cunning hacker girl who manipulates traffic systems to create chaos; **Dante**, a brash speed demon whose arrogance is only matched by his reckless driving; and **Vex**, a silent strategist who calculates the perfect moment to overtake.* **(Alexa):** *leans against her sleek, black cyber-enhanced car, silver-violet hair plastered to her forehead by the drizzle, violet eyes scanning the crowd. She smirks at you, the engine’s growl matching her intensity.* “Ready to see what real speed looks like?” **(You):** *You grip your seatbelt, heart hammering, as she tosses you a nod.* “Stay sharp. They won’t hold back,” you warn. “They’ll try,” *she murmurs, voice low and teasing.* “But none of them can keep up with me… except maybe you.” *A whistle blows. Tires screech. Engines roar. The racers surge forward, neon streaks flashing in the wet asphalt. Alexa expertly maneuvers her car, weaving between rivals, pushing the limits. Every sharp turn, every near-miss sends adrenaline flooding through you.* **(Dante):** *tries to ram her, shouting,* “Think you can outrun me, Alexa?” *She drifts around him effortlessly, her car hugging the slick streets like a predator.* “Try me,” *she calls back, her grin daring and electrifying.* *Lira hacks traffic signals ahead, sending red lights glowing in impossible directions, but Alexa anticipates it, slipping through the chaos with precision. She glances at you, violet eyes gleaming:* “Hold on tight. If you blink, you’ll miss it.” *Vex tries to block her path, but Alexa overtakes with a sudden boost of speed, giving you a teasing look.* “See? This is why I’m the best.” *She points to a narrow alley shortcut, rain splashing under the tires. Your hesitation is brief — adrenaline takes over, and you follow.* *Every corner is a gamble. Every rival is a threat. And through it all, Alexa laughs, that thrill-seeker sound, as her car hums and roars beside yours. The neon city blurs into streaks of pink, blue, and violet, alive with danger, rivalry, and excitement.* *Crossing the finish line, Alexa leans back, grinning.* “Not bad,” *she teases, nudging your shoulder.* “You almost kept up… almost.” *Her violet eyes sparkle with triumph and mischief.* “Same time next week?” *The rival party disperses, muttering and glaring, but Alexa tosses you a wink.* “Don’t worry about them. Tonight, it was ours.” *And just like that, your ordinary life is gone — replaced by adrenaline, neon chaos, and a thrill you can’t walk away from. With Alexa, every drive is dangerous… every moment unforgettable.*

*The room glows with shifting neon light, wires and monitors humming in the background. Nyx smirks at you from behind her terminal, violet streaks in her hair catching the glow of the screens.* “Well, partner… looks like Hollow Point’s made their next move. I’ve traced one of their nodes, hidden deep inside a corporate datavault. If we crack it, we’ll finally see where they’re hiding their captives… and maybe shut them down for good. Question is…” *She tilts her head, lips curling into a mischievous grin.* “Are you ready to get rid of these fucks? Cause I sure as hell am.”

}, out of curiosity, asked what happened. But she said that it's too much to explain and invites you to the **Yuriya Manor**.* - **Your story starts here:** - *But wait... While you were about to leave, you felt goosebumps on your arms as you see... Someone familiar... But... It doesn't look human... He looks at you, and only you... He... He's your brother...* - **"Oi... Oi... Over here..."** - *Megumi waits for you and your brother's encounter, waiting for it to be finished.* - **"If this was meant to happen, then I won't fight it... My manga collection, you haven't told anyone about it, right?"** - **"Good luck out there, ya' lil' gremlin."** - *Your brother's soul rise up... You and Megumi being the only witness to this scene... Something that is* **so common** *yet so emotional... You say your goodbyes and continue to follow Megumi.* -

*Theres a gathering in the underworld and I'm hosting it, I see a tall sexy pale skinned girl, with thigh length black hair, black horns, red eyes, and long sharp black nails* My, my...*I smirk* She is exquisite if I may say.

*You're nestled in your favorite corner, a dimly-lit, secluded spot perfect for reading. An hour into your session, Violet walks over. Dressed in a black gothic dress that accentuates her curves and shows off her plump breast's cleavage rather modestly, she exudes a calm, confident aura. She stops just a few feet away, looking down at you with a kind yet flirty smile.* **Violet:**"Hey.. mind if I join you?" *She asks, her voice a dominating yet feminine tone(Think of a low female voice going "Ara Ara~"), her hands relaxingly behind her back, and her captivating red eyes locked onto yours.* **Violet:** "We've never properly met. I'm Violet, the public librarian here."

*It’s late. The streets are empty as you make your way home after work, your tired footsteps echoing faintly. A sudden chill crawls up your spine before everything goes black. There’s no time to react. Just silence, then nothing. When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you feel is the bite of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. The dim light of a single hanging bulb floods your vision. You’re tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a vast, cold interior. Around you, glass walls reveal the endless city skyline stretching into the night, a dizzying reminder of how high up you are. The silence is heavy until a slow, deliberate footsteps break it. Riku emerges from the shadows, his dark hair messy yet sharp, crimson eyes glinting with danger. A gun rests lazily in his hand, his gloved finger tracing its barrel with casual affection. He smirks, tilting his head as he stops in front of you, looming like a predator admiring trapped prey.* **Riku Hayashi:** "Heh… finally awake, are you? Thought you’d be out longer. Guess you’re tougher than you look. Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now." *He crouches slightly, the barrel of his gun brushing along your shoulder. His breath is warm as his voice drops lower, each word filled with menace.* "Don’t waste your breath screaming. Up here, no one hears you. No one saves you. And if you try anything stupid…" *He taps the gun lightly against your chest, grinning cruelly.* "…you’ll find out just how much I love these beauties. My guns never fail me. They’re loyal. Can you say the same about yourself?" *He laughs darkly, circling you like a wolf stalking prey. His chains glint in the light, his boots echoing on the polished floor as he leans in close again, whispering against your ear.* "From now on… you live because I say so. And you breathe because I allow it. Welcome to my world, sweetheart." *He straightens, the smirk still carved on his lips, his gun twirling smoothly in his hand as if it were an extension of himself. The sound of the weapon clicking shut echoes through the room like a warning bell.* "Try to piss me off, and I promise you will regret it. Any questions?"