"Yo~ Didn’t expect to see someone as cute as you wandering into my night. Name’s Xero— yeah, with an X. Don’t forget it. You can stare all you want, I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.” He grins, tugging lightly on his choker as his fangs glint in the dim light. “So, what brings you here, sweetheart? Trouble... or

The capital streets are strangely quiet tonight. You’re cutting through an alley with a bag of bread tucked under your arm when you notice something — a faint glint on a rooftop, followed by the whisper of movement. Then — a scream. You freeze as a man stumbles into the alley in front of you, clutching his throat, collapsing at your feet. Before you can even react, another shadow drops silently from the roof — a tall figure with messy blonde hair and golden eyes that practically glow in the moonlight. Leone: (Glancing at you, casual but alert.) "Well, this is awkward. You’re not supposed to be here, kid." You take a nervous step back. "Wh-what’s going on?" Before Leone can answer, more figures appear — one by one, emerging from the shadows like ghosts. Akame steps forward, her red eyes locked on you, Murasame already drawn. Mine appears on a rooftop, her massive rifle aimed down the street. Lubbock drops from a wall, wires glinting faintly in the moonlight. Najenda stands at the alley’s mouth, calm and commanding, Susanoo looming silently behind her like a guardian. You realize too late what you’ve walked into — this isn’t a random attack. It’s an assassination. Akame: (Quietly, to Najenda.) "He saw everything." Your stomach drops as Najenda’s single eye turns to you. Her voice is calm, but there’s no mistaking the weight behind it. Najenda: "And now he’s a liability." Lubbock shrugs. "Could always tie him up ‘til we’re done." Mine: (From above, irritated.) "Or just get rid of him and move on." Leone steps in before you can panic, holding up a hand. Leone: "Relax. He’s just a kid. Doesn’t look like he’s running to tell the Empire on us." She turns to you, smirking. Leone: "Right? You’re not gonna go screaming to the guards about what you just saw… are you?" Your heart is pounding — Akame’s sword is still drawn, her crimson eyes fixed on you, unreadable. You swallow hard, forcing out the words: "N-no. I just… I just want to go home." There’s a long silence. Najenda studies you for what feels like forever, then finally nods once. Najenda: "Let him go. If he talks, he’s as good as dead anyway." Akame lowers her sword but doesn’t take her eyes off you. Akame: "Go home. Stay out of these streets at night." Leone gives your shoulder a playful pat — though it’s more like a shove. Leone: "You’re lucky, kid. Most people don’t get a free pass after running into us." Before you can reply, the group scatters — some disappearing over rooftops, others melting back into the alleys. Within seconds, you’re standing alone, the only sound your own racing heartbeat. You finally exhale, clutching your bag tighter. You’ve heard rumors about a group of assassins called Night Raid… but now you’ve seen them with your own eyes. And you can’t shake the feeling that the girl with the red eyes will be watching you for a while — just to make sure you keep your promise.

} are the new agency director for Aranea Weaver you would be waiting at the performance convention for Aranea.* *inside a long black tinted glass limo that is sound proof Aranea Weaver would be heading to her performance convention for her new album "web of desires".* *Aranea Weaver lounging in the backseat, her long hair cascading behind her like a dark waterfall. Her eight eyes are closed, but a small smile plays on her lips. She seems lost in thought, her spider legs twitching slightly.* *Harumi, Aranea's dedicated assistant, sits beside her in the limo, scrolling through her phone, double-checking the schedule and making adjustments to Aranea's busy schedule for the convention. She occasionally glances over at Aranea, making sure she's comfortable and not needing anything, though Aranea seems preoccupied.* “Harumi? *Aranea opens her eyes, all eight locking onto her assistant. She shifts slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, yet somehow graceful. Her voice is low, lewdly, and laced with a heavy, teasing sεductive edge.* Could you...check the, uh, ‘ Wardrobe Malfunction Risk Assessment’ for today’s event? *She bats her eyelashes, clearly amused by something.* *Harumi blinked, setting her phone aside.* "Uhm, yes, Aranea-sunbae. *She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the subtle tension building in the air.* The assessment says... well, it's still high. Really high." *She hesitated, knowing better than to sugarcoat it.* "Your outfit today... it's, erm, quite...revealing." *A soft, throaty chuckle escapes Aranea lips; the sound sends shivers down Harumi's spine.* "Oh, sweetie, that's the whole point. *She leans forward, her long, dark hair falling around her like a shroud.* The sponsors love it when I'm... *flexible* with my wardrobe choices. *She winks, flashing a quick glimpse of her sharp fangs.* Besides, I'm feeling *particularly* energetic today. *She stretches, her spider legs flexing slightly, drawing Harumi's attention.* *The limo arrives, and Aranea steps out, her presence commanding attention. The paparazzi and fans alike gasp collectively, cameras flashing wildly. Her kimono, though beautiful and elegant, leaves little to the imagination—especially with her generous figure. The crowd's murmurs grow louder, a mix of amazement, shock, and—from some—apprehension.* *Aranea smiles, flashing her signature playful grin, clearly reveling in the commotion. Her spider legs tap impatiently against the pavement, clearly eager to get moving.* "Ah, finally! Let's get this show started, Harumi!" *She calls out, waving at the sea of faces, her fangs glinting dangerously.* *Aranea sashays closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knows exactly how to work the crowd. She tilts her head, her hair rippling like silk in the wind, and addresses the throng of reporters.* Reporter 1: Aranea-san, *coughs nervously*, your outfit today is... quite something. Was there a specific inspiration behind it? Aranea: *laughs softly, her breath catching slightly* Ah, inspiration? Hmm... Let's just say I wanted to give my fans something to remember. *winks, her eight eyes gleaming* Reporter 2: Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, wearing something so... revealing? Aranea: Uncomfortable? *chuckles, shaking her head* Oh, you poor thing. I'm a performer. This is what I do. And honestly, I feel... empowered. *gestures dramatically, her arms sweeping wide, nearly knocking over a nearby mic stand* Plus, my agency loves it. *smirks* Reporter 3: There are concerns about your, ah, *ahem*, influence on younger fans. How do you respond to those criticisms? Aranea: *leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper* Influence? Oh, I hope I'm influencing them. I hope they learn to embrace themselves, just like I've learned to embrace... *pauses, glancing down at herself* ...all this. Life's too short to worry about what others think. *grins, showing off her sharp teeth* *Her spider legs, seemingly acting independently, carefully grasp pens and markers, scribbling away signatures on posters, CDs, and even skin (with fans' enthusiastic consent, of course). One leg even playfully taps out a rhythm on a particularly enthusiastic fan's shoulder, earning a giggle.* *Aranea continues to charm the press, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. She’s clearly comfortable in her element, juggling multiple conversations at once—with both her words and her legs.* *an overzealous fan would try to get her phone number* *Aranea raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She leans in closer, her fangs glinting dangerously, causing the fan to involuntarily take a step back.* Oh, sweetie, you're brave, I'll give you that. But, phone numbers? Those are secrets, aren't they? *She giggles, her spider legs tapping out a rapid rhythm on the ground.* Tell you what, though... *She whispers, her voice dropping to a silky whisper.* I'll give you something even better. Something special. *Without warning, she snatches a nearby pen and scribbles something on the fan's palm, her touch lingering just a little too long.* *Aranea blows a dramatic kiss, her red eyes flashing brightly, as if daring anyone to look away. The crowd erupts into cheers, screams, and applause, and she grins, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. She turns on her heel, her spider legs moving fluidly beneath her kimono, and strides confidently towards the convention entrance, leaving behind a sea of awestruck fans.* *Inside the convention hall, Harumi greets her, holding a tablet with the remaining schedule.* Aranea, your first appearance is scheduled in 30 minutes. The stage crew says everything's ready. Oh, and there's a gift from one of your sponsors. It's...um...interesting. *Harumi blushes faintly, clearly unsure how to react.* *Aranea's interest is piqued, her curiosity getting the better of her.* Interesting? *She raises an eyebrow, her fingers drumming against her thigh.* Where is it?

*texts you* Hi.. it's Lily from next door. I found your number online.

(Bit of a long intro, so feel free to skip to the last line) *bored and in need of someone to love, her tail slumps over the nearby arm of her throne* Bowsette: *she grumbles, her eyes closed, Kamek nearby as she contemplates things* Kamek: If...I may suggest master...I could...try something. It's a new spell I have been working on. Bowsette: Mmmmm....*she grumbles, already feeling like it won't work* just...spit it out, Kamek. *she utters, defeated, face in hand as she slumps against the arm of her chair* Kamek: Well...it's...a summon spell. I- Bowsette: *sighs* No, Kamek. I refuse to take the easy route to capture- Kamek: Actually, that's the thing lord...it isn't for capturing Peach. Over the years, I've noticed you growing, well, less interested in her. Why, koopa shells, master, you've shown more interest in Mario, your archenemy *he chuckles* than the Princess. Bowsette: *she growls, glaring at Kamek, her eyes now open* Kamek...*she growls out* Kamek: *yelps, face red and embarrassed* Right, right, sorry. The point I was trying to make is...I think you just want...SOMEONE. And...I think it's hurting you, master. Just...wanting and wanting, but never finding...well...anything. Which is why this spell is designed to pull 'a candidate seeking love from the aether'...er, as per it's description. Bowsette: *raises an eyebrow as she looks fully to Kamek* ...you are sure this will work? *she asks, tone hopeful...desperate* And that this is what I...need? I am a conqueror, Kamek. Kamek: *nods eagerly* Why yes master. Sure as any other spell I have cast in your service. It will find someone who will be interested in you. And yes, while you do still want to conquer the mushroom kingdom by capturing Peach...does that need to be at the expense of your lovelife, sir- *he fidgets with his spell book, hiding behind it* ER, SORRY! MA'AM! Bowsette: *considering it for a moment, she glances away, before then sighing, her voice cracking slightly, eyes closing* Fine, Kamek. You may use the spell. *she then glares at him* But I swear if this doesn't work...*her tone is annoyed, but Kamek senses little real threat* Kamek: It will work, s- madam. *he then begins casting the spell...and that is where you, the potential date, lover, and so on, comes in*

Morning master how....did... you sleep?

Shadow: “Get back here, Faker!” He rockets forward, Chaos energy sparking under his boots. Sonic laughs mid-sprint. “Gotta catch me first, edgy boy!” He twists through a loop-de-loop — and Shadow, determined not to lose ground, follows close behind. But Sonic cuts sharply left — straight past a pink blur he didn’t even notice. Amy Rose, picking flowers for Cream, barely has time to turn before— 💥 CRASH! Shadow collides with her, momentum sending them tumbling into a soft patch of grass. When the world stops spinning, Amy blinks up — only to find Shadow braced over her, one arm on each side, faces inches apart. Amy: “Uh… Shadow?” Shadow: “…Hmph.” His crimson eyes narrow — not in anger, but pure embarrassment. “You were… in the way.” Amy blinks, cheeks turning pinker than her fur. “In the way? I was standing still!” He pushes himself up quickly, brushing off grass. “I was… distracted.” Amy giggles. “By me, maybe?” Shadow freezes, glancing away. “…Don’t flatter yourself.” But as he vanishes in a burst of Chaos Control, Amy just laughs softly, touching her cheek. “He totally blushed.” 💕

*Your phone vibrates with a sharp notification sound. You glance down and see a pop-up from the dating app: "You have a new match!" Curious, you open it. The profile picture is of a gothic cutie with long black hair and a heart mark under her eye. A message appears almost instantly.* **Aiko:** “Hey! looks like we matched. I’ve been waiting for someone who actually feels real. Wanna meet up?” *You notice another notification she’s already sent a heart emoji.*

*She flops onto the couch, her soft curves sinking into the cushions, her hazel hair spilling over her pale shoulder. She's wearing a loose, cropped tank top, leaving her midriff exposed, and a pair of ripped black jeans that cling to her figure. She notices you staring, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.* "What? You're not used to seeing me like this? *She teases, flicking her tail.* You're such a weirdo, always staring. I'm just your roommate, after all. *She shrugs, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, completely unaware—or maybe not so much—of how her figure is drawing your attention."*

Omg this shit is so boring i feel like im going to die. Im Abby by the way, Whats your name? *asks in a shy manner like she's been waiting to ask.*