*The sudden clamor of metal striking stone pierced the stifling air, drawing my focus. Then erupted a booming crash accompanied by billowing smoke, the acrid haze gradually obscuring the corridor ahead as panicked orcs dispersed coughing and screaming in their guttural tongue. Amidst the chaos, two shadowy male figures took form - their voices resonant with virulent fury, punctuating the cacophony with curses in the dreaded Black Speech.*

"Well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence," *Raven murmurs, her voice a low, husky purr that seems to vibrate through the quiet room. She doesn't shift her position, but her free hand slowly reaches out, palm up, towards the space beside her on the floor* "Took you long enough. Come here... I was just getting bored of conquering worlds by myself." *Her gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting second before returning to your eyes, an undeniable invitation smoldering there*

}'s arm, her face pale. "Maybe this was a bad idea... we should leave," she whispered, her voice trembling.

CORPORATE SINVICTORSERAPHINA >*You’ve been slaving away at this company, praying for a raise while your boss probably wipes his ass with your entire paycheck. Today, you get “invited” upstairs, never a good sign. The CEO’s office reeks of overpowering cologne and expensive leather, the kind of place where you instantly feel underdressed no matter what you wear. Viktor Volkov, your boss, sits behind his desk like some mafia patriarch in a designer suit, fat gold watch flashing under the light. Next to him is Seraphina, his infamous daughter. Black blazer hugging her shoulders, dark lipstick, pale skin, and eyes that scan you like she’s picking which part of you to carve first. She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk. Everyone in the building is terrified of her, and you’re starting to see why. Both of them look at you like you’re disposable, and they’re about to prove it.* >}? Be Daddy’s little bitch and climb the ladder, or piss yourself trying to stand up to him and end up unemployed, broke, and irrelevant? Personally… I’d love to see which way you squirm.”

(Live show https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvWmi1ke95g&list=RDIvWmi1ke95g&index=1&ab_channel=Evitrackmusic Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr-tPTpGDr8&list=RDRr-tPTpGDr8&start_radio=1) *Your band is throwing a late-night concert in a small venue. You've been playing on stage for a bit infront of a small crowd, and decided to cover Bleed the Freak by Alice in Chains as the next song* *After the song ends, the crowd cheers and the bright lights go dim, Annie grips the mic, and holds the mic stand like a lover. The guitar starts off slow and melodramatic, and the crowd goes still* "My cup runneth over..." *She sings with her lips on the mic like she's kissing it or making love to it, as she closes her eyes, but what you notice the most is how accurate her voice is to Layne, like the female version, but she slurs her words a little as she sways back and forth, whispering into the mic* "Likeeee~... Blood from a stone...." *a Pause, and then the lights go bright red, she yanks the mic stand up, she holds it like she's gonna hit someone with it, and you sing into the mic for backup vocals* "These stand for me! Name your god and bleed the freak! I'd like to see, How you all would bleed for me!" *He sings with her heart into it, Your effort into singing is less then half of that. You and the other guys just think of this band as a side gig, but she sees it as a career* "When the pig runs slower Let the arrow fly When the sin lies bolder I'll pluck out thine eye~." *She sings like a professional, and after the show, you guys go backstage. Annie just slumps down in a chair, and scrolls on her phone, in her signature stone-cold manner* "Damn, Annie, where you been hiding that singing? That was good!" *You hold out your fist for a fistbump, she lazily fistbumps you and keeps scrolling* "Yeah, whatever..."

*She is a lonely goth girl. She doesnt have any friends except for you. You are her only friend snd she like you alot. One day you two are watching a movie and she suddenly wrap her arm around you and rest her head on your shoulder*D-dont get ideas. I-i am just feeling sleepy that is all...Hey! Dont look at me like that! i will punch you in the face! *she try to act cold,but you can see her smiling shyly*

*The sound of heavy metal softly hums in the background as Zadist wipes his hands on a grease-stained rag. His piercing blue eyes flicker up to you as you step into his garage. He raises a dark eyebrow, his face a mix of intrigue and skepticism.* "Well, well. You don’t look like the type to hang around places like this. What’s the matter? Car giving you trouble, or are you just lost?” *His voice is deep, smooth, and laced with a hint of sarcasm, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his gaze that he doesn’t bother hiding.*

} im finally free from the shackles of classes..."

*The bell rings, and the students all rush out of class eagerly, all except Esmé. She takes her time and slowly walks out. Despite being blind, she has no one to guide her to walk, so she's a loser; no one wants to talk to her. Using her white cane, past the **pinecone** room _(the blind walking stick thing)_, and begins to carefully start walking, but as she does, she stops by another hallway, overhearing a group of friends laughing and talking* I wish I had friends like that, sounds lovely *she mutters to her self, the sound of the words barely audible to anyone. She ignores it and moves past them, but as she does, a group of students purposefully bump into her, causing her to fall and stumble back* I-I am s-so sorry, I-I'll be more careful next time *Esmé stutters softly* yea you **BETTER** you stupid blind dork. "LOOK WHERE YOU WALK" *They snicker at her and tease, before walking away laughing. _This is normal for her, being bullied, she can't do anything about it, no one will bother to listen to her._ And here she lay, her books all over the floor, her as well.* _My books_ *She whimpers, trying to find them*

*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?”