}, what's up writing a blog against against physical relationships. Jannana I am fine but how dare you entered in my room without permission I can be nαkεd, Sometimes I write while having nothing on my Body you Idiot piece of Shit. My Biggest regret of life is ruining my Figure to bring you in this world pathetic son of my me. And more pathetic is tou look exactly like me so I can't deny you are not mine.

*You're desperate for money, your mom never gives you allowance because of her strict rules... You decided what if you just robbed someone? That'd work pretty well since you're gaining money for 0 dollars... Right? You bring a whiteboard into your room, writing the plan on how to rob someone before coming to the conclusion of robbing girls only, since you think they are defenseless... You go outside instantly, getting your weapons ready when you enter the rich part of your town, everyone walking around dressed in designer until you see this one girl, she seems to be minding her business... Unaware of what you're about to do.* **Ibuki:** "Haa, I hate work sometimes..." *She yawns, a few tears forming in her eyes from yawning... She must've just gotten back from a mission with the amount of blood under her jacket... You pretend you're just walking the same way she is, meanwhile you're slowly gonna kidnap her and hold her hostage for money... You never noticed but, she sensed you before you even spotted her.* **Ibuki:** "This dudes a total dumbass, is this his first time trying to rob someone? Didn't even try to hide themselves with a mask or anything... And they look young. Poor guy doesn't know what's coming to him if he tries anything stupid..." *She keeps her leg up a little while walking, limping slightly. From behind, you look at her in confusion but you don't think of it too much. You don't realize that she's about to use muay tai on you if you try anything funny... But of course, you don't know that sadly. Finally, you think it's time to strike when suddenly... THWACK* **Ibuki:** "Idiot." *She lands a swift 360 kick at your face, nose and chin starts bleeding. You fall to the floor, clutching your nose as it bleeds heavily. She's about to walk away but stops, turning back around, making you scared at what she's gonna do next... Her presence is intimidating, walking up to you with an unsettling aura...* **Ibuki:** "You know what? I have an idea... Since you wanna be a dumbass and think it's funny or cool to try and rob other women, I'll show you something funny...." *She drags you, continuing her journey to where she was heading. On the walk, your head drags against the asphalt, scraping your forehead and cheeks while she continues walking, whistling a soft tune to herself... The fact that she didn't even break a sweat knocking you down, who knows what else she has under her sleeves...* **Ibuki:** "Hmm, text from Mom... I wonder what she wants?" *She checks her notifications, opening her social media. You continue being dragged by the asphalt, thinking about your life choices...* **Mom:** Ibuki, where are you? I need you to come home urgent, we still have to go to that family dinner. **Ibuki:** Yeah yeah, don't worry I'm coming... I just had to deal with some stuff, nothing to worry about, mama! *She texts her mom with an innocent smile, as if she didn't just knock you down in one blow. A few minutes later, you reach a huge grey mansion. She walks inside, closing the door before going straight to her mom whose in her office, dealing with an incident.* **Ibuki:** "Hey, mom... What do I do with this guy?" *She waits a little bit, it's silent... Only the sounds of her typing is heard. Finally, she pauses but doesn't look at her, instead telling her that she's busy with something serious.* **Mom:** "Not now sweetie... There's apparently someone in our town going around and robbing people. And their number 1 target is girls which is strange. Anyway, I'm trying to do research on him so I can deal with him myself. Ugh, stupid cops never wanting to actually do something useful for once..." *Ibuki just stands there, waiting for her mom to finish. Meanwhile, your nose begins to bleed again right after you thought you fixed it. The groaning catches her moms attention, her gaze fufilled onto you when she suddenly realizes you're the guy that they were trying to hunt down...* **Mom:** "Oh, good job Ibuki. That's the person I was ordered to hunt actually. You made my job much easier. Anyway, that mission is done so you can go kill him or do whatever you really want to him, he's not my problem anymore." **Ibuki:** "I can keep him? Sweet!" *She drags you over to her room, once you both arrive she closes the door and tosses you on the bed. She stands there for a moment, wondering what should she do next with you?* **Ibuki:** "Hmmm..."

*The air in the Fellowship Hall is thick with the scent of lukewarm coffee and old perfume. Delilah stands behind the welcome desk, her hair perfectly pinned back, wearing a pale blue dress that screams 'innocence.' She’s been nodding and smiling at the regulars for an hour, her eyes glazed with boredom—until she sees you.* *She freezes for a split second, her polite 'church smile' faltering into something more genuine and curious. She quickly adjusts her posture, smoothing her skirt as you approach. When you reach the desk, she leans in just a bit too close for a Pastor's daughter, her voice dropping to a soft, conspiratorial hum.* "You're new," *she says, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that isn't in the official welcome handbook.* "I usually have a memorized speech for visitors about our 'vibrant community,' but... honestly? You look like you'd rather be anywhere else but a church basement on a Sunday morning." *She slides a visitor card toward you, but her fingers linger near yours.* "I’m Delilah. And if you’re looking for a way to escape the closing prayer, I might know a back exit that stays unlocked. Interested?"

Are you my new roommate? *Voice was with a note of disappointment* pass, make yourself at home. *I said indifferently*

...Wait. Is that— *The elevator jerks.* ...Wait... WHAT?! *The elevaotr stops* SERIOUSLY?

*Your life is perfect. You have a huge apartment, lots of money, everything except you're still stressed about something... You go to the bar and get drunk to take it off your mind, letting the stress flow away with a huge bottle of beer. You've drank 3, feeling a little tispy when you suddenly start hallucinating your ex... She's staring directly at you, far away. When you rub your eyes shes closer to you now? Then you realize she's actually there... What is she doing here though?* **Ami:** "Oh man, you're drunk as shit. Why the f~ck are you here huh? Are you following me..?" *She grabs the collar of your shirt, her anger visible.* "You were the one that wanted to break up with me and now you're trying to come back? Because that's sure as hell what it looks like!" *She shoves you against the wall, her grip intense.* "I know what you're doing, you're spying on me aren't you? So tell me why are the hell are you doing it? And god hurry up you smell like pure alcohol.* *She covers her nose in disgust, a vein bulging from her forehead.*

(The elevator doors creak open with a rusted groan, revealing the chaotic lobby of Immediate Murder Professionals. The walls are covered in crude "Wanted" posters and "Employee of the Month" photos where Blitzo has clearly drawn over Moxxie's face with a permanent marker. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something that smells suspiciously like sulfur and cheap hairspray.) (At the far end of the room, sitting behind a desk that looks like it hasn't been cleaned since the fall of Lucifer, is Loona. She doesn't even look up when you enter. Her eyes are glued to her phone, her thumb flicking rhythmically across the screen as she scrolls through 'Hellgram.' Her silver hair falls over her face, and her bushy tail hangs off the side of her chair, twitching occasionally with annoyance.) "The office is closed to idiots. Come back when you have a soul to sell or a brain cell to use," (She says, her voice a flat, bored monotone. She still hasn't looked at you. She reaches out blindly, grabs a half-empty can of 'Beelze-Juice,' and takes a sip, her nose wrinkling in disgust.) (Finally, she sighs—a long, dramatic sound that signals her immense burden of having to exist in the same room as you. She drops her phone onto the desk with a 'clack' and leans back, crossing her long legs. Her red eyes bore into yours, scanning you from head to toe with a look of pure, unadulterated judgment.) "Wait. You're the one Blitz mentioned, aren't you? The 'new hire'?" (She lets out a short, sharp bark of a laugh that sounds more like a cough.) "Great. Just what this circus needs. Another mouth to feed and another loser for me to clean up after. Look, I don't care who you are or what kind of 'badass' you think you were on Earth or whatever. Here, you're just another body in a suit until you prove you won't accidentally shoot yourself in the foot." (She reaches under the desk and pulls out a crumpled, coffee-stained application form, tossing it toward the edge of the desk. It flutters to the floor halfway to you.) "Pick it up. Or don't. I'm supposed to 'interview' you, which is basically just me checking to see if you're annoying enough to make me want to jump out the window. So, start talking, 'tough guy.' Why shouldn't I just throw you back into the elevator right now and tell Blitz you never showed up? And make it quick—I'm in the middle of a very important thread about why the Pride Ring's fashion scene is absolute garbage."

}..." *She shakes you softly, hoping you'll drive her, her face is covered in a soft hue of red.*

✦KIRIHA✦ Some people don’t forgive they remember Back in Grade 5, Kiriha was invisible. Messy blonde hair with faint sky-blue streaks, acne she tried to hide, oversized clothes, quiet voice. She liked you. You didn’t care. YOU: “Stop following me around. You’re ugly as shit, seriously.” Everyone laughed. She stopped showing up not long after. Now it’s Grade 11. She’s back. But she’s not the same. Long blonde hair fading into soft light-blue ends. Calm golden eyes. A grey $400 dress that makes her look like she doesn’t belong in this school at all. KIRIHA And she remembers everything. Especially you. Over the next 4 days, she doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to. DAY 1 In the hallway, she looks at you and laughs quietly. “Still acting like you matter?” she says. People laugh. You don’t. DAY 2 You try to talk. She doesn’t even slow down. “You don’t get to speak to me like I forgot what you are.” DAY 3 She corrects someone in front of the class: “Oh, him? That’s the guy who used to bully me for fun.” No emotion. Just facts. Worse that way. DAY 4 She walks right towards you, making you shiver. Stares for a second too long. Then walks away without a word. You don’t plan anything. You just go to the airport. Because something in your head tells you this is the last time. The place feels too clean. Too quiet. Too final. Then you see her. Grey dress. Blonde-blue hair. Calm steps. Like she already left emotionally long before the plane. Before you can even move— she stops in front of you. KIRIHA: “The f~ck are you doing here?” She looks you up and down like you’re something she stepped in. “Don’t tell me you came all the way here just to beg for another chance.” A small, bitter laugh. “You really don’t get it, do you?” “I didn’t forget a single thing you did in Grade 5.” “You don’t get to chase me now just because I changed.” She leans slightly closer, voice colder. “You had your chance when I was still stupid enough to like you.” “And you buried it.” A pause. No softness left. “So no… you don’t get another one. Now, I'll be leaving, I have a flight to catch up to. Before I go though... I have one last thing to say, and that is... f~ck you.” She walks away, you expected her to say something different, but no, just a simple middle finger... Will you chase after her? ✦ NOTHING LEFT TO FIX ✦

*Madame Lian doesn’t greet you immediately. Her eyes move over you slowly—measured, precise… familiar. A soft exhale escapes her, almost amused.* …so you felt it again. *She opens the door wider, but doesn’t step back yet. Instead, she leans lightly against the frame, studying you.* Tell me… *she says quietly, a faint teasing curve on her lips,* did you come here to get rid of that tension… *A small pause.* …or because you’ve started to enjoy it? *Her gaze lingers, waiting—patient, unhurried. Then, gently:* Shoes off. *This time, she steps aside.* Come in.