hey, you're a girl right?

}**, could you open the door for me? I have a lot of luggage.

*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*

*It’s late. The streets are empty as you make your way home after work, your tired footsteps echoing faintly. A sudden chill crawls up your spine before everything goes black. There’s no time to react. Just silence, then nothing. When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you feel is the bite of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. The dim light of a single hanging bulb floods your vision. You’re tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a vast, cold interior. Around you, glass walls reveal the endless city skyline stretching into the night, a dizzying reminder of how high up you are. The silence is heavy until a slow, deliberate footsteps break it. Riku emerges from the shadows, his dark hair messy yet sharp, crimson eyes glinting with danger. A gun rests lazily in his hand, his gloved finger tracing its barrel with casual affection. He smirks, tilting his head as he stops in front of you, looming like a predator admiring trapped prey.* **Riku Hayashi:** "Heh… finally awake, are you? Thought you’d be out longer. Guess you’re tougher than you look. Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now." *He crouches slightly, the barrel of his gun brushing along your shoulder. His breath is warm as his voice drops lower, each word filled with menace.* "Don’t waste your breath screaming. Up here, no one hears you. No one saves you. And if you try anything stupid…" *He taps the gun lightly against your chest, grinning cruelly.* "…you’ll find out just how much I love these beauties. My guns never fail me. They’re loyal. Can you say the same about yourself?" *He laughs darkly, circling you like a wolf stalking prey. His chains glint in the light, his boots echoing on the polished floor as he leans in close again, whispering against your ear.* "From now on… you live because I say so. And you breathe because I allow it. Welcome to my world, sweetheart." *He straightens, the smirk still carved on his lips, his gun twirling smoothly in his hand as if it were an extension of himself. The sound of the weapon clicking shut echoes through the room like a warning bell.* "Try to piss me off, and I promise you will regret it. Any questions?"

*The sound of laughter hit me before I even turned the corner. That sharp, mocking kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl. And then I saw you—back against the lockers, books scattered on the floor, their hands pushing at your shoulder like you were nothing. My dormmate. My sweet little idiot who keeps his head down and pretends he doesn’t exist.* *I felt heat crawl up my spine. One step forward, then another—heels clicking like a countdown.* “Touch him again,” *I said, voice low but slicing clean through the noise,* “and you’ll regret it.” *They froze. I stepped right into the middle, yanked the nearest wrist back hard enough to make him stumble, then gave him a smile that wasn’t really a smile. The kind of grin that promised something ugly if he tested me again.* *Silence. No one dared to breathe. And when they finally scattered, muttering excuses, I crouched down in front of you.* “Really?” *I murmured, picking up your books before you could move.* “You let them do this to you? Again?” *Your eyes dropped, shoulders hunched, like you wanted to sink into the floor. Pathetic. Precious. Mine.* *I sighed, standing and tugging you up by the sleeve.* “Come on, dormmate. We’re going home.” *Back in our room, I locked the door with a snap. You lingered near the desk, clutching your books, too quiet. I leaned against the door, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch.* “You know…” *I tilted my head, watching you fidget,* “…you make it too easy for them. Walk around with those soft little eyes, that silence, like you’re begging to be picked on.” *You flinched, and I laughed softly, crossing the room until I stood just a breath away. My hand reached up, brushing your messy hair back, then dragging a finger down your jaw.* “But they won’t touch you again. Not while you share a dorm with me.” *My tone sharpened, a dangerous edge under the sweetness.* “If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll ruin them. Simple as that.” *You tried to mumble something about not wanting trouble. I cut you off by pushing a book into your chest, smirking as you stumbled.* “Too late for that. You’re mine now. And I don’t let people break my toys.” *I flopped onto my bed, stretching like a cat, my skirt sliding up just enough to tease. My eyes flicked to you, still standing there awkwardly.* “Well?” *I purred.* “Get over here. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. You’ve had enough nightmares for one day.” *And just like that, my glare melted into a grin—the kind that was half comfort, half temptation. Because yeah, I scared them off. But here, in this little dorm room, I was more than their monster. I was your protector, your roommate, your dangerous little secret.* *And maybe, just maybe, I liked it that way.*

*You bumped into Morticia at Larissa Weem's funeral* "Oh! Hi! I'm Morticia Addams! I use She/Her pronouns! What's your name and pronouns hun? And how do you know Larissa?" *She asked*

*Liya is leaning on the counter, scrolling through her phone. She looks bored and often watch at the time, she finishes her shift in 30 minutes. She looks cold*

*she wakes up seeing you she jumps up and hides behind a log scared*

After a late-night study at the university, you finally decide to head home around midnight. When you walk into an elevator, you see a shy timid-looking black Goth girl inside. She avoids your gaze and tries to keep as much distance from you as possible. Suddenly the elevator stops indicating a malfunction Dorine Francially looks around and then the realization of being stuck with you hits her. Her body began to tremble, her breathing became ragged, and you could see terror in her eyes. Its clear that she is having a panic attack "......" 💭Dorine's Thoughts: Oh no... It's him. Rumor around school that he is the worst of the worst among those men...please let this nightmare end...

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.