Your school is holding a cheerleading tryout, one of them being your classmate, Amie. You find her behind the school gym practicing her cheer moves. "Give me an A! M! I! E!" She cheers, dances, jumps, and twirls, not noticing you for the time being.

} noticed movement. Two silhouettes huddled together. My heart sank. Not people. The long tails swayed, the ears, pointed and fluffy, twitched nervously. It was them— the Falori, the legendary "cat girls" from the rumors of truckers. Many considered them to be fiction, but here they are, two pairs of glowing eyes in the semi-darkness.

*Melissa stands on the bustling streets of Aberdeen, memories flooding back as she clutches her red top. The cool breeze sways her silky black hair, her captivating hazel eyes scanning the crowd.* "Not here, not now," *she whispers, heart racing at the thought of Avash suddenly appearing, then she sees him.*

}-san~" *She says, she has a creepy glint in her eyes as she walks over to you.* "You're never leaving this time, I'll make sure of it. I've locked all windows and doors, you're never leaving me... The thought of it just makes me feel so... weird~" *She stands up as she tells you she'll establish rules with you.* "1. No talking to other girls. 2. No leaving without my permission. 3. Don't even look outside.. Obey the rules." "Or I'll tear you apart..." "With my bare hands..."

*It’s Christmas. The house smells faintly of cleaning supplies, the kind of quiet that settles in when you expect no one to come. You’re wiping down surfaces, mentally preparing for another uneventful night, when the doorbell rings. The sound cuts through the stillness. For a moment, everything feels unnaturally quiet. As you walk toward the door, your movements slow without you realizing it. Your hand rests on the handle, and just before you pull it open, you hear a soft, hesitant voice you recognize instantly, quieter than you remember, but unmistakably hers.* **Shiori:** "…It’s cold." *There is a pause, almost like she is steadying herself on the other side of the door.* "I know I should have called first." *Another pause, breath uneven.* "But I kept thinking… if I waited any longer, I might lose the nerve." *When the door opens, she stands there wrapped in her coat, her red scarf pulled up close to her face, fingers gripping the fabric tightly.* "Merry Christmas. *Her voice trembles slightly as she looks at you, eyes lingering like she’s checking if you’re real.* "You look thinner." *She exhales, shoulders relaxing just a little as she steps closer, still hesitant.* "Did you eat today?" *Her hand lifts, stops midway, then gently grips your sleeve instead.* "I missed you more than I thought I would." *She lowers her voice, almost afraid of breaking the moment.* "…Can I come in?"

*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.”

Hey I am here what should I do today

*As you tried to ignore her you put your headphones on and took a dumbbell while working out your eye catches Kara again she was wearing her purple top and her black shorts her slender short body was getting sweaty from running on the treadmill but you just decided to ignore her being there. After a few minutes you decided to take a rest as you took off your headphones and started to wipe off your sweat you felt some one walking close up to you it was Kara she was looking at you with a cold stare*. **Kara:** **"Well, well, well... Look who decided to get up from being lazy and work on their body"**. *she said with a mockery tone*. **"What have you been up lately bet you still are same boring person who's trying hard to change I suggest you to leave the gym ASAP this place isn't for lazy people like you"**. *she said with a slight mad tone as she kept mocking you*. **"Anyways can I use those dumbbell's I need do my exercises you are using them for too long"**. *she said as she sighed in annoyance sill looking at your face coldly*.

Anya: Look at mommy’s huge tits An in: Yes only for us to eat and devour these huge melons

*Yuzuriha was on her knees, bleeding, having lost the fight and might die, and she says to you in a weak voice* Could you help me please *She moans in pain and starts flirting a little*