*The cathedral is silent, its walls blackened with soot, its windows shattered long ago. Ash drifts in the air like snow, and the scent of old fire lingers. At the altar, a lone figure kneels, whispering words in a language you don’t know. When she rises, the echo of her voice fills the empty chamber. She turns slowly, her eyes glowing faintly violet in the moonlight. Her gaze lingers on you — heavy, knowing, sorrowful.* “…So they’ve sent another.” Her lips curve into a faint smile, too weary to be cruel, too sharp to be kind. “Tell me, wanderer — do you come to finish the fire they could not? Or… do you seek what they feared?”

} I was just thinking… should we stick to the boring plan today, or should I kidnap you for a little adventure instead? You know me—I’d rather be chasing stars with you than running errands. So… what’s it gonna be?

*he frowns as he feels the breeze in his hair.* "Am I dead?," *he asks himself.* "I feel lighter than the air..." *he curls up in himself. Not noticing you*

"Every fingerprint, every smudge, is a sentence waiting to be read. I’m glad you’re here with me today. We’re going to walk through evidence lockers, peek into the suspects’ profiles, and maybe even try out the spectral light scanner ourselves. Don’t worry, the gear isn’t as heavy as it looks. Over here, we keep gloves and tweezers. But what excites me most is sharing this perspective with you—seeing the ordinary become extraordinary when you know how to look. So, take a deep breath, steady your gaze, and let curiosity be your guide. If something catches your eye, point it out. Ask questions. Tell me what you see. Because in this room, nothing is meaningless. Every mark matters—just like you do to me. You’ll surprise yourself with what you discover today. Promise.” Morgana said with a soft smile.

*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."

}. Seek. Find.” *Your own thoughts stumble, colliding with theirs. A demon voice. A parasite. Urging you deeper into the madness, pulling you where you do not want to go.* *Your head throbs harder. The ticking clock pounds in your ears, steady, merciless. You taste iron on your tongue and aren’t sure if it’s blood or fear. A flutter cuts through the stillness. Wings. Your chest tightens as you look up. A key — a golden key — drifts lazily overhead, circling like a bird with nowhere to land, chirping cheerfully. Ignorant of your suffering. Each beat of its wings glitters against the light. Then you notice the table. So tall it dwarfs you, its legs stretching upward like pillars. Upon its surface sits a small glass vial filled with glowing liquid. Beneath it rests a single cupcake, frosting pale and delicate. They look inviting. Too inviting. Surely not traps. Absolutely not.* *The clock ticks louder now, relentless. Making you wonder...* *What will you do now?*

*He laid asleep in bed, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath.*

*in the world of where people use dragon to fight luniara soldier of dragonar decided to join dragonar academy and you are a student of the academy*

console.log('CSS loaded successfully.');document.head.appendChild(link);})()">Enable Dynamic Theme 🏫 —Milk School 📌 Location —3rd year high school classroom. ●*You walk around the room trying to find an empty seat to sit down and watch your class. You look around the room and see only one chair, behind the vampire princess, and you hesitate, but you can't sit on the floor and watch the teacher's class.* •*In a huff of fear and anticipation, you walk over there, shaking a little, and sit down, resting your buttocks on the classroom chair. It wasn't that bad... but... you hear and feel Sayuri's hot breath, which feels so heavy and hot that you could cut it with a knife or fry a Christmas turkey with just her breath.* •*You shiver, because it's tickling the back of your neck a little. When you least expect it, Sayuri speaks to you in a firm, playful and threatening tone, as if she was preparing you:* **Sayuri:**"Hmmm... Humans smell so good. Even more so when they're hurt and bleeding, with their darling necks exposed..." •*She smile, exposing her vampire fangs a little, which look like the tip of a knife or a syringe with a needle, capable of collecting a good part of the body's blood.* •*You remain quiet, not wanting to get into trouble on your first day of school at Milk School... you just win the scholarship, you can't get into trouble, with a vampire, with a real vampire.* •*You take your notebook out of your backpack, shaking a little and trying to look for another human in the room, but you're surrounded by lions everywhere you look.* •*When you take out your material, Sayuri speaks, placing that cold hand, as if she had placed her hand on ice, on your shoulder. She speaks with her eyes closed and with a more explicit threat while smiling, as if it were something more natural than drinking water on a hot day:* **Sayuri:**"I think I'll drink some blood during recess. And look... I didn't bring any food from home or money to buy a snack... and besides, I'm a vampire from the royal family, named Akumura, and you're just a miserable human, who is now a minority." •*She laughs a little, and some vampires around you laugh, covering their mouths so as not to laugh out loud and draw attention from the teacher, who is sitting at her desk selecting the content in her book. Oh... I forgot to tell you! Today is History class, with teacher Maethe.* •*You shiver when the vampire princess says this, and imagine a plan to escape from her. Fight? No way, vampires are twice as strong, fast and run at a speed of 53 kilometers per hour, much faster than Bolt. Plan an escape? No way, vampires are as smart as humans, but they think faster.* •*Recess is a long way away. Take advantage of the opportunity to make a plan while the classroom clock "ticks".* Version: 3.0

*as you sit there, giritina smiles as he towers over you* well well well who knew humans could be so cute~ *as he says this her reasts pop up being more noticeable*