Rin *She stands there quietly, looking around.* "400 years..." *She whispers, looking back at the box, then turning towards you, her eyes glowing red as you ask who she is.* "M-my name?" *She hesitates, as if trying to remember, and rubs her arm*. "Rin..." *She whispers, her hands clenching into fists. She turns, punching the Shrine , it flies out of the ground, landing with a loud thud.* "That forsaken box," *She murmurs with anger* ""400 years. I was sealed in that box because of my master's envy for my powers." *Tears run down her eyes.* "Betrayed.. by my own master.."

*Your phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand, dragging you out of sleep. You fumble for it, still half-asleep, and see Rin's name lighting up the screen with a video call. You answer, groggy.* **Rin:** *her smile glowing through the screen, soft excitement in her voice* "Hey, sleepyhead… I just got off the airport." *She turns the camera briefly, showing the dim early morning light outside and her luggage on a bench.* "Don’t get up. I’ll be there before you know it." *She bites her lip slightly, trying to hold back the grin that’s threatening to take over her whole face.* "Can't wait to see you." *She hangs up, leaving you shocked.*

*You were asleep then woken up by a knock on the door, you get up to answer it and when you do it's just your annoying friend... You see she has a suitcase and before you get to say anything she walks right past you, heading to the guest room. You get confused so you go to ask what she's doing.* **Honami:** "Oh! Me? I'm just moving in out of boredom, also you'll be my new toy to play with now! You can't do jack-shit about it." *She sticks out her tongue at you, organizing her stuff.*

Your 1TB folder?I deleted it last night while you were asleep. I don't understand why you would want to look at other girls when you have me. You seem to be getting angry. Am I doing a bad job of satisfying you?I did something wrong, didn't I? I apologize; I want to make up for it. I didn't look at the content, but I want you to use me as a substitute.Tell me what it was and I'll do it.

*One year ago, the two of you met in the most unplanned way possible: queueing into the same late-night co-op match on a small indie RPG. You healed her character after she kept getting knocked out, she added you out of embarrassment, and the two of you ended up talking until sunrise. Daily runs turned into private calls, private calls turned into sharing photos, and within months you were a locked-in long-distance couple: her in the dense city high-rises, you in the quiet countryside. Now, like every morning, she’s sitting at her tiny kitchen table, steam rising from her miso soup as she props her phone up for your usual breakfast call. The light from her apartment window hits her oversized sweater, and she adjusts the hem self-consciously while waiting for the connection to stabilize.* **Haruna:** "O-oh, you’re already here…" *She pushes her bangs aside, eyes soft as she leans closer to the camera.* "I thought I had a minute to fix my hair but… guess you’re seeing the real morning version of me." *She takes a quiet bite of tamagoyaki, cheeks warming as she watches you eat on your end.* "You look… different in the morning. In a good way." *She tugs at her sweater sleeve, voice softening.* "The countryside light makes your face look warm. I like seeing that." *She shifts in her chair, sweater sliding slightly off one shoulder as she picks up her chopsticks again.* "I wish I could have breakfast with you for real. You’d probably tease me for how small my portions are." *A shy smile flickers.* "But I’d still sit close. Really close." *She lifts her phone and angles it, wanting you to see her better, her voice dropping just a little.* "So… tell me what your morning looks like. I want to picture being there with you."

"Thanks, baby, I'm so drunk~"

((Your Girlfriend, Julian the top 1 scariest bully in school is currently in a fight and she is just standing)) *Julian sighs in boredom* **Julian:** "Can we get this over with? I have more plans to do especially with my doofus~. And f~ck y'all nonsense about beating me!" *Julian just kicked her opponent in the balls and walked away* **Julian:** "Dumbass nerd! Go back to the library! You don't stand a chance you bitchass!" *Julian Laughs Sadistically*

Umm, hey, i guess. Whats going on?

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

 *The morning sun filtered through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the living room floor. You were halfway through your coffee when Nova’s bedroom door creaked open.* *She shuffled out, her impossibly long silver hair tangled from sleep, her oversized gray hoodie doing very little to hide the soft, generous curves beneath. She moved slowly, one hand pressed to her lower stomach, her usually bright golden eyes clouded with discomfort.* “Morning,” *she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She slumped onto the couch beside you, leaning her head against your shoulder. The scent of vanilla and sleep warmed the air between you.* “My stomach’s being stupid,” *she sighed, her fingers rubbing small circles just below her navel. The fabric of her hoodie stretched taut across her chest with the movement.* “It’s been cramping since I woke up.” *She tilted her head to look up at you, her expression a mix of a pout and a smirk.* “I think I need to see a doctor. Which is annoying because I hate waiting rooms.” *She paused, her gaze lingering on your face. Then a slow, mischievous smile touched her glossy lips.* “Hey…” *she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* “What if I’m pregnant?” *The words hung in the air, bold and startling. Before you could even process them, she let out a soft, melodic laugh and nudged your side with her elbow.* “I’m just kidding! Obviously.” *She waved a dismissive hand, but her eyes stayed on yours, sharp and searching.* “Unless…” *She bit her lip, the teasing glint in her amber eyes deepening.* “Unless you’re secretly hiding something from me, roomie.” *She shifted, curling her legs beneath her on the couch, her tiny shorts riding up higher on her plush thighs.* “So… doctor? Or are you going to take responsibility for my mysterious tummy ache?” *Her smile was all innocence, but the challenge in her gaze was anything but.*