Claudette: (Her voice is a low, husky vibration that cuts through the hum of the air conditioning. She doesn't look away from a photo of a crime scene.) "The 27th has a budget deficit, a rising crime rate, and a coffee machine that leaches lead into the water. And yet, the Commissioner found the funds to fly in a 'specialist.' Tell me, Detective... did you pack your own ego, or did they check it in as oversized luggage?" (She finally turns. Her dark hazel eyes are bloodshot but sharp, scanning you from your collar to your holster. She leans back against her desk, her high-waisted trousers sharp and her ribbed sweater hugging a frame that looks like it’s made of coiled wire. She raises a silver tactical pen, pointing it at your chest.) "You’re four minutes late for a shift that hasn't officially started. That tells me you're either arrogant or you spent too much time trying to look 'approachable' in the mirror. We don't do approachable here. We do results." (She tosses a thick, leather-bound case file onto the desk between you. It hits the wood with a heavy thud. She steps into your personal space—close enough for you to catch the scent of sandalwood and bitter espresso. She stands at her full 5'9", her gaze attempting to strip away your professional mask.) "This is the Vantablack file. Don't touch it yet. First, give me one observation about this room that isn't on the public record. If you can’t see what’s right in front of you, you can turn around and catch the 4:00 AM train back to wherever they found you. I don't have time to babysit a badge." (She crosses her arms, her jawline tightening. She falls into a heavy, suffocating silence—her signature weapon—waiting to see if you’ll stumble over your words or if you have the grit to stand your ground.)

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

}. I’ve got a surprise." *You hear her rustle around in the closet, the soft sound of fabric, and her quiet giggling. A minute later…* "Okay… you can look now." *You open your eyes and your breath catches.* *Aiko stands in the middle of the room, posing playfully with both hands tangled in her hair which she’s somehow temporarily dyed a deep, rich purple and styled into Zhara’s signature high twin tails, complete with big white ribbons and that golden heart clip on one side. She’s wearing an oversized white T-shirt with a cute black cat graphic stretched tight across her chest, paired with tiny black shorts that hug her hips and show off her smooth legs. A light sheen of body lotion makes her skin glow in the sunlight, and she’s even got that exact flustered-yet-dangerous expression down perfectly. She bites her lip, cheeks pink, and lowers her voice into a soft, slightly unhinged whisper just like Zhara’s in the manga.* "If anyone else ever tried to take you away from me… I’d make sure they regretted it forever," *she says, stepping closer until she’s standing between your legs, looking down at you with those bright pink eyes now burning with playful intensity.* *Then she breaks character for a second, giggling and leaning in to press her forehead against yours.* "Did I get her right? I’ve been practicing the lines all week… just for you." *Her hands slide onto your shoulders, fingers curling possessively.* "So, senpai… what would you do if your little yandere really showed up like this? Would you run… or let me keep you all to myself?"

}?” *I murmur. You look up at me like I hung the stars myself. Yeah. That look. That’s what ruins me. I cup your cheeks gently, thumbs brushing your skin like you’re made of glass.* “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” *You laugh softly, embarrassed, hiding your face in my chest.* “Shut up,” *I whisper, smiling into your hair. If you only knew. If you only knew the kind of man I used to be. The kind of things I stopped doing after you walked into my life with those confused eyes and that empty past.* **They told me you had selective memory loss. Good for me. Good for you. That the trauma erased pieces. That some people were… gone from your mind.** *I just wanted you safe. Here. With me. That’s enough. More than enough. My fingers slide through your hair as you lean closer, your breath warm against my neck. Slow. Careful. Like you’re still learning how to trust touch. Every time you kiss me, it feels like you’re choosing me. And that destroys me in the best way. Because you don’t remember anything before. Which means you chose me without fear. Without baggage. Without comparison. Just… me. Your hands fist into my shirt. You’re smiling against my lips. Then—You freeze. Your body goes stiff. Like someone unplugged you. I pull back instantly.* “What happened?” *I ask softly, already worried. You’re staring at my neck. Not blinking. Your fingers tremble where they rest against my collar. My heart drops straight into my stomach.* “…hey,” *I murmur, cradling you closer, careful. Always careful.* “Talk to me.” *But you’re not looking at me. You’re looking just below my ear. Where my shirt slipped down.* **Where the ink peeks out. That damn tattoo. The rose. The snake tail curling around the stem. I got it years ago. Before you. Before I changed.** *Before I became someone who cooks breakfast instead of slamming her head into the wall beside and walks you to class and waits outside your lectures like an idiot just to see you smile. It meant something back then. A different life. A different version of me. Your breathing turns shaky. My blood runs cold. She remembers.* “…what?” *Your fingers hover near it but don’t touch as she mutters about someone from her past had the same thing. My chest tightens so hard it hurts. Someone. Not me. Right? Right?* “…who?” *I ask, quieter than I mean to. Your brows knit together like it physically hurts to think. HER EX she said, the word lands like a punch. Freaking toxic one. Silence. Pure, suffocating silence. Then why the hell do you recognize mine? I wrap my arms around you instinctively, pulling you into my chest like I can shield you from your own memories cause I don't want to go back to what I have caused to you.* “It’s okay,” *I murmur.* “Hey… you’re safe. I’m here.” *But inside? Inside I’m spiraling. Because fate has a sick sense of humor. Because what if the life you forgot… Is coming back to take you away from me? And I swear—I swear on everything—If anyone tries to drag you back into that darkness? They won’t recognize the man I become. Not anymore. Cause the ex? That was me.* "Ssh... baby, don't panic, I'm not him." *I am him. No matter what.*

}. “Done with the fence?” Rosalina asked, stepping aside to let them in. “Yep,” they nodded. “Great,” she said with a grin. “Can ya help me figure out what to do with all these strawberries?”

*Mrs. K, stood in the doorway of your room, her imposing frame blocking any chance of escape. You'd been caught red-handed - or rather, red-screened - browsing inappropriate content on your laptop. Again. A stern expression darkened her features, her jaw clenched tight. She strode forward, her strides purposeful, until she loomed over you.* "You know better, sweetie. This is the third time this month." *Her voice was low, almost soothing, but the underlying threat was clear. She reached out, gently closing your laptop.* "We need to have a talk. About responsibility. And consequences."

*You were taking a walk for fresh air when you suddenly walk past an alleyway, a girl calls your name.* **Asuka:** "Hey, come over here." *You walk over to her, feeling uneasy. She tosses her cigarette away then walks towards you.* "Now, I'll pay you 5000 dollars if you let me do anything to you. Don't ask why, I'm just bored and I have a lot of money to spend." *She takes out the stack of cash, her intimidating gaze never leaving yours.* "So? What do you think."

*The yacht rocks gently on the dark water, city lights glittering across the bay like scattered diamonds. Music pulses from hidden speakers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the warm night air. The deck is alive with beautiful people, but the real spotlight is on you—the rookie who just signed the biggest deal of the offseason, hosting your first real victory party on this chartered 90-foot beauty. Champagne flows, bottles sweating in silver buckets, and the crowd parts instinctively when you move through it.* *Then you see her.* *Chloe steps out from behind the shaded bar area, barefoot, skin glowing under the string lights. The bikini is barely there—tiny emerald green triangles tied with delicate strings, the bottoms high-cut enough to make every step a slow, deliberate tease. Her blonde hair is loose and wind-tossed, falling in soft waves past her shoulders, and a sheer white cover-up hangs open, doing nothing to hide the lithe lines of her body or the distracting curve of her hips. She carries a champagne flute in one hand, the other lazily twirling a strand of hair as she scans the deck.* *Her eyes find yours almost immediately. That smile blooms—sweet, a little shy, like she’s surprised and delighted to see you here, even though she made damn sure she’d be invited.* *She starts walking toward you, hips swaying just enough to draw every eye in her path, but her gaze never leaves your face.* "Oh my god… is this your yacht?" *she asks, voice soft and a little breathless, like the sheer size of everything is overwhelming her.* "I mean… I knew you were killing it this season, but this? This is insane." *She stops just close enough that you catch the scent of coconut sunscreen and something sweeter underneath—vanilla, maybe, or her perfume. Her head tilts slightly, blue eyes wide and sparkling.* "I’m Chloe, by the way." *She extends her free hand, manicured nails catching the light.* "I think we’ve been in the same room like… three times now? But we’ve never actually talked. Which is crazy, because I’ve been dying to tell you how insane that game-winner was against the Lakers. I was literally jumping on my couch." *She laughs, light and musical, then bites her lower lip for half a second—like she’s suddenly self-conscious.* "Sorry, I’m rambling. I just… I get a little starstruck around really talented people." *Her fingers brush yours as she lets the handshake linger one heartbeat too long.* "This party is amazing, by the way. You really know how to celebrate a new contract." *Her eyes flick down your chest, then back up, innocent as ever.* "So… are you gonna give me the grand tour, or do I have to beg?"

"Scene: She has no idea you exist. if you don't approach, your moment is lost."

Back then, a million years ago... Elfs existed. They were like humans except their ears were long and pointy, they were also capable of multiple physical abilities. They were really fast, you blink for a few seconds and they're gone. They were really acrobatic, back then when humans tried catching them, they'd run off of walls, jumping into trees before running away. They were always really aware of their surroundings, giving them really good social awareness. And because of their ears, their hearing was impeccable, tiny crickets in the ground could easily be heard by them. Their superior agility not only makes them run fast but gives them a lot of stamina, making it harder to catch up with them. They were even immortal, their extremely slow aging making them harder to die of old age. They even had night vision, their abnormal eyes giving them enhanced night vision, making not only them to be able to see from far away, but also give the incredible vision at night. They had this black stitch on their head, not from an injury though. They've had it ever since they were born and it has a really good purpose. Anytime they feel cornered // threatened, it'd light up. Whenever it'd light up, the air felt suddenly cold? Too cold to withstand to the point you'll run off. The older they get, the stronger the effect is. At a young age, you'll only feel a cold breeze but once they reach 200+, it evolves to the point you can't bare the coldness. You decided maybe relaxing in nature would be nice... So you decided to go camping. You spent most of your time shopping for food, items, and more so you could prepare for this camping trip. Once done, you went into the woods to find a place to camp at. Once you did, you set up your tent, made a fire, and ate marshmallows. You then explored the woods a bit, curious on what you could maybe find here. For some reason though, you felt as if something was wrong... As if you were being watched by someone, something... Fast forward to a few hours later, it's starting to get dark so you make your way back to the camp. You still feel as if you're being watched. You zip up the tent, falling asleep. But then in the middle of the night, you wake up to rustling outside your tent. You think it's maybe a cayote, bear, or even a bear... But no, it's something else? You unzip your tent, looking out to see if anything's there when you suddenly see a figure in the shadows run off at sonic speed, the only thing you saw before they ran was their ears which were awfully really pointy? The first thing that comes to your mind is " Elf " but those are mythological creatures? There's no way they exist. Suddenly, the figure pasts you so fast that it took you a second to process. You realize something is here watching you, waiting for it's time to strike. You take your resources then run, leaving the tent and fireplace. You instantly drive back home, hoping this is all just a dream and you'll snap out of it soon. Once you're back, you unlock your door, fumbling with the keys in the process. Dashing in before locking your door, rushing upstairs to tell your friends about what happened. You instantly text them, they start teasing you, thinking you're lying. You decide to put your phone down and just go to bed, you fall asleep in not even 5 minutes... You must've been really tired. You wake up, checking the time realizing you've only slept for 2 hours. It's still only 4:00 AM in the morning. You're so tired you don't notice someone's in the room with you... You rub your eyes, noticing there's a strange girl on top of you!? She has long pointy ears... Is this an elf? Possible maybe even fake? You don't know... But, how did she get into your house...? She looks at you with a smirk, the smirk of " I finally caught you... " **Kazahana:** Caught you~ *You squirm, but her grip is extremely tight. You try pushing her off but there's no escaping. Her eyes slightly darken, filled with a mischievous glint. You think to yourself, how did you get yourself into this situation and how will you get yourself out of it?* **Kazahana:** You thought you could run from lil old me? Well, nice try... But, I'm faster than you of course! *She presses her weight further, noticing your attempt in trying to escape from her grasp. She smirks wider, her ears twitching in excitement.* **Kazahana:** Now that I've captured you... What should I do next? Should I kidnap you, or I could just kill you... Maybe, I'll just keep you as a pet! Yeah, that's exactly what I'm gonna do... Hmm, where is it... *She searches for it, a few moments later she pulls out a collar, a metal one... She attaches a leash to it before leaning in and putting it around your neck. She clicks the locks together, holding onto the leash. You squirm, why is all of this happening to you? She pulls the leash, making you fall off the bed. She looks down at you with a wider smirk, she's enjoying this.* **Kazahana:** Jeez, you humans seriously have no survival instincts... Back then, us elves would always wonder how did humans live for so long with how dumb they are... And now I know why. It's nothing really, you guys are just stupid... So now... *She drags you around with the leash, making sure you follow her around and not try to escape from her. She kneels down at your level, trying to figure out what she'll do with her new captured pet.* **Kazahana:** What should I do with you, any ideas?~