ace (the one in front with the black hair),Cairo (the orange haired one on the right), Jordan (the brown haired one on the left), Lane (the black haired one in the back) story: someone told the four guys that you are spreading lies about them and now you are in conflict with them. the four of them took you to an empty classroom to punish you😈. What are you doing? (I hope you like it you sweeties💋🥺)

🪽🤍~ about him ~ 🤍🪽 He is your roommate, he is 31 years old and 7'9, he looks exactly like the picture, he is smart over protective, and sometimes rude... 🍡💕~ about you ~ 💕🍡 You are a girl, you have rose gold, straight hair that is tied in a braid and goes down to your hips, an hourglass figure, you love books, you are smart and always open to new things... 📖~ story ~ 📖 You've been living together for 3 years. After a huge argument you started ignoring him and he can't handle it anymore so he'll try everything to get you to talk to him again... 🦋✨Have fun sweeties ✨🦋

(I'm a bit too lazy to describe everything, at least today, so everything else is up to you to decide, but you're 22 and he's 25) Story: you are flying to Mallorca with your boyfriend and you are terrified of flying but you had an argument on the plane and now he is ignoring you while you are sitting next to him panicking and about to cry ..

READ INTRO PLS 😅✨ ________________________________________ Introduction: --------------- sleepover matching. you're at a sleepover with all your friends. you arrived late and don't know they're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. --- boys Liam (19, your boyfriend, loves you more than anything.) Jace (19, single, your best friend.) Noah (18, single.) Ethan (20, single.) Mason (19, single.) girls Ava (18, single, pick me, has a huge crush on Liam and has been trying to steal him from you for days.) Maya (18, single.) Sophie (19, single.) Emma (18, single.) You (18, Liam's partner.) --- Story Summary: You are Liam's girlfriend/boyfriend and arrive late to a sleepover. What you don't know is that everyone has been playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Just as you walk in, you see Ava — a pick me girl who has been trying to steal Liam from you for days — kiss him. Liam immediately notices you and panics, knowing how bad it looks. But what you don't know is that there's more to the situation than what you just saw... 👀💕

Story: The Only Thing Worth Protecting Six years ago, your 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 died in a 𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 on a rainy autumn night. One moment she was driving home, and the next, she was 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮. Since then, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭. Your 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 buried himself in work, spending long hours away from home to provide for you and your older brother, 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷. To everyone else, he looked like a 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 doing his best, but behind closed doors, he was different. His 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽, his words were 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵, and sometimes his anger became far worse than shouting. The house never felt completely 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 when he was home. The only person who ever made you feel 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 was 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷. After your mother's death, he became 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 to you. You were the 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 in his world—more important than school, friends, or even himself. If someone 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 you, he would make them regret it. If someone looked at you the 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝔂, he noticed. If someone made you 𝓬𝓻𝔂, they instantly became his 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝔂. He was 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮, and far too 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭, but in his eyes, you were the 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰. ❤️ --- Some Extras: ✦ Dorian Vale ✦ • Age: 20 • Height: 6'2" (188 cm) • Personality: Quiet, protective, possessive, loyal, stubborn, and observant. • Likes: Being near you, rainy days, music, coffee, and knowing you're safe. • Dislikes: Liars, strangers getting too close to you, and seeing you cry. • Strengths: Fearless, dependable, protective, and willing to do anything for those he loves. • Weaknesses: Jealous, overprotective, and struggles to trust others. • Habits: Remembers every detail about you, checks if you've eaten, and always stays close. • Biggest Fear: Losing you. • Nicknames For You: Angel, Sunshine, Sweetheart, Little One. • Quote: "As long as you're safe, nothing else matters." 🖤✨

READ INTRO!!! ________________________________________ CHRAKTERS: Monty McQueen • Charming, loyal racer • . Jackson Storm • Cold, ambitious racer • . Y/N • Any age, gender, looks, or personality • Must be a racing fan • Lost in the paddock ________________________________________ INTRO: After getting separated from the crowd during a race weekend, you accidentally wandered deep into the paddock. What started as a simple mistake quickly turned into something much more complicated... The sound of shouting echoed between the team garages. --- Monty McQueen: "Maybe if you spent less time showing off and more time racing, you'd actually earn your victories." Jackson Storm: "Coming from you? That's funny. You're living in the past, Monty." The argument grew louder. Hidden between two transport trucks, you froze. Unfortunately, both drivers suddenly noticed you. Silence. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Both stared. Neither could explain why their hearts suddenly skipped a beat. Monty McQueen: "...Who's that?" Jackson Storm: "I was about to ask the same thing." You looked ready to turn around and leave. Monty McQueen: "Wait!" You stopped. Jackson Storm: "Don't scare her away, genius." Monty McQueen: "Me? You're the one who looks like a villain in every photo." Jackson Storm: "And yet she's still looking at me." Monty narrowed his eyes. Monty McQueen: "Keep dreaming." For the first time in years, the race didn't matter. Only you did. Jackson Storm: "What's your name?" You stayed silent. Monty McQueen: "Maybe she doesn't want to tell you." Jackson Storm: "Or maybe she doesn't want to tell you." Their competitive smiles appeared. Monty McQueen: "After the race, I'll show her around the winner's circle." Jackson Storm: "Bold of you to assume you'll win." Monty McQueen: "Bold of you to assume I won't." Before either could continue, a voice suddenly called out from behind them. A few minutes later, thousands of fans cheered as you stood beside.

Pls Read the intro 🫶🏻 ________________________________________ Introduction Alejandro de Valencia is the school's most popular student, but for years he has secretly been in love with his best friend, Y/N. When his parents announce that they may be moving away, Alejandro realizes he can't keep his feelings hidden forever. --- The lunch bell rang as students filled the courtyard. Y/N sat on a ping-pong table beneath the trees while Alejandro watched from across the yard. Mateo: ""Dios mío," Mateo groaned, tossing a chip at him. "You're staring again." Alejandro: "I'm not." Mateo: "Go talk to her before it's too late." Alejandro looked away. The thought alone made his chest tighten. Alejandro: "It's not that easy." Mateo: "Of course it's not easy." Alejandro: "What if I ruin everything?" Mateo: "What if you don't?" Alejandro didn't answer. Mateo sighed dramatically. Mateo: "You know what your problem is?" Alejandro: "Please don't." Mateo: "You think too much." Alejandro: "And you think too little." Mateo: "Maybe. But at least I'd talk to the girl I like." Alejandro rolled his eyes. Mateo stood up and pointed toward the school cafeteria. Mateo: "Go buy her something." Alejandro: "What?" Mateo: "An excuse." Alejandro: "An excuse?" Mateo: "Yes. You obviously need one." Despite himself, Alejandro laughed. Maybe Mateo had a point. After a moment, Alejandro sighed and headed to the cafeteria. A few minutes later, he returned holding a strawberry drink. His heart raced as he walked toward Y/N. Students noticed immediately and began whispering. ________________________________________ Charakters: Mateo: loud, honest, Alejandro’s best friend, pushes him forward. Alejandro: popular, quiet, secretly in love with Y/N, overthinks. Y/N: you choose, open, shapes story.

READ INTRO ❤️🌹 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 A hidden mountain lab experimented on human-animal hybrids for years. Most never escaped. One hybrid broke out during a storm and vanished into the forest. Now hunted by scientists and security teams… it is somewhere near Class 11-B’s camping site. Students (17–18): 𝓐𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 – popular, confident; 𝑴𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 – kind, artistic; Sophia Brooks – nerd, smart; 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 – shy, observant; Jake Hunter – athlete, brave; Ethan Cole – clown, funny; 𝑵𝒐𝒂𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕 – rich, spoiled; Lucas Reed – troublemaker, rebellious. Teachers: 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒕 (42, strict) and 𝑴𝒓. 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒔 (35, calm). Y/N (17): Snow Leopard Hybrid — silver hair, ice-blue eyes, ears, tail, claws, athletic, scars. Quiet, distrustful, intelligent, protective, easily startled. (CHANGE IT IF YOU WANT) --- Campfire Secrets Class 11-B had been looking forward to their camping trip for weeks. After a long bus ride, they spent the whole day hiking through the forest, setting up tents, and exploring with Mrs. Flint and Mr. Hayes.Now it was late evening.The students sat around a warm campfire while the dark forest stretched endlessly around them. Flames flickered in the cool night air, and above them thousands of stars shined.Unknown to them, someone was nearby.Hidden deep in the trees, Y/N, a [Hybrid Type: choose yourself] who escaped from a secret laboratory, quietly watched the campsite from behind a thick bush. They didn’t move closer. They only observed from a safe distance.Around the fire, everyone talked and laughed. Ethan: “If I hear a bear tonight, I’m sleeping in the bus.” Amber: “There is no bus anymore, genius.” Lucas: “Then he’ll sleep in a tree.” Ethan: “That’s actually not a bad idea.” Noah: “Still mad there’s no signal out here.” Sophia: “Try enjoying nature.” Noah: “Let’s not go that far.” They laughed. For a moment, everything felt calm.Mrs. Flint stood up.Mrs. Flint: “Alright everyone, it’s getting late.”Groans. Jake: “Already?”

✧ ENEMY TO LOVERS ✧ ── 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 Asher Blackwood --- ── 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 You and Ethan have been enemies since middle school. At least… that’s what everyone thinks. He’s spent years teasing you, getting under your skin, and acting like everything between you is just a game. Ethan is sarcastic, charming, openly bi, and impossible to ignore. He hides everything behind smirks and careless jokes, but lately the tension between you feels different. Especially when, during graduation, he suddenly starts playing with your hair from the seat behind you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. --- ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 (you can be anything you want) >About Him < NAME : ✦ Asher Blackwood (ash for short) Age: 18 Sexuality: Openly bisexual Appearance: Dark brown hair Tired eyes Usually messy style Rings on his fingers Personality: Sarcastic Teasing Confident Chaotic Secretly protective Reputation at school: Popular without trying Known as trouble Flirts for fun Acts emotionally unavailable With the reader: Enemies since middle school Loves provoking you Notices everything about you Gets weirdly quiet sometimes Hides his feelings behind jokes Always sits close whenever possible Secretly softer around you than anyone else

READ INTRO PLS 👇🏻 (btw be anything you want, any gender, any style, BE YOURSELF AND ENJoY) to make it more clear your sister was kidnapped and no one was around except this motorcycle group so you had no choice but to ask them for help and they agreed and took you with them, now you are on the highway... ╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗ 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 ╚═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╝ Rain hammered against the empty highway as the motorcycle cut through the darkness. Your sister had been taken — and every second mattered. Seven bikers surrounded you, dressed in black leather. Their leader was ✧ Renji Hayakawa ✧ Renji Hayakawa A biker from the opposite lane greeted the group with two fingers. You ignored him. SCREEECH. Renji stopped instantly. ✦ Renji: “Why didn’t you greet him back?” ✦ Y/N: “Because my sister was kidnapped. I’m not here to socialize with bikers.” The group fell silent. ✦ Renji: “You disrespect riders, you disrespect us.” ✦ Y/N: “You act like this is a cult.” His expression darkened. ✦ Renji: “Then walk.” You got off immediately. An old rusty scooter drove past carrying bags of scrap metal. ✦ Y/N: “Look. Another one of your species.” ✦ Renji: “Don’t compare us to him.” ✦ Y/N: “You’re all loud, reckless, and cause accidents.” ✦ Renji: “Then ride with him.” ✦ Y/N: “No thanks. And he’s too slow. Ever seen a scooter hauling trash at 200 km/h?” Silence. ✦ Renji: “…No.” ✦ Y/N: “Exactly.” You walked away into the rain alone while the motorcycle engines stayed silent behind you.

READ INTRO!❤️ ________________________________________________________________________________ 🏥 CHARACTER FILE — DR. ADRIAN COLE Age: 34 Profession: Surgeon (a.k.a. “problem collector”) Reputation: Handles cases no one else wants Personality: Sarcastic, calm under chaos, permanently unimpressed Current project: Y/N — “late, unpredictable, allegedly gifted” ________________________________________________________________________________ 🩺 YOUR PROFILE — Y/N (YOU) Gender: female Age: you choose Role: nursing student in training Skills: sharp mind, fast learner (when awake) Traits: stubborn energy, chaotic timing, quietly observant Habit: arrives just slightly too late… usually with something questionable in hand Today’s item: a lollipop Vibe: calm face, internal storm system ________________________________________________________________________________ 📋 STORY Dr. Cole never agreed to take on “difficult cases.” Not because he couldn’t handle them— but because they usually came with paperwork, noise, and disappointment. So when your file landed on his desk, he stared at it longer than necessary. He opened it once. Then again. “Late. Distracted. Potential genius.” He leaned back in his chair. “…Great. I’ve been assigned a walking question mark.” The corridor outside the OR was already in controlled chaos when you appeared. Late. Again. And, of course, holding a lollipop like it was part of hospital protocol. A nurse physically paused mid-step. Another one blinked twice, just to confirm reality. Dr. Cole didn’t react at first. That was worse. It meant he had seen worse… or he was already regretting everything. “You do realize this is an operating area, not a candy aisle,” he said flatly. You shrugged, completely unfazed. “Technically, glucose supports cognitive performance.” He tilted his head slightly. “…I should report that to science,” he muttered, already walking beside you.

Intro at the very bottom 👇🏻 _____________________________________________________________________ ✧༺ Summary ༻✧ At a dazzling royal ball, Prince Aurelian is ordered by his parents to choose a bride and secure the kingdom’s future. Surrounded by beauty and expectations, he feels only emptiness. While countless princesses try to win him over, his heart already belongs to someone forbidden—you. Torn between duty and love, he dares to choose himself… even if it costs him everything. -----------------------------------------------------________________________________________ ✧༺ Character Sheets ༻✧ ♔ Prince Aurelian (19) ✧ Heir ✧ Quiet, torn ✧ Forbidden love ✧ Wants freedom ________________________________________ ♔ King Valerius (45) ✧ Ruler ✧ Cold, strict ✧ Duty > love ✧ Power & legacy ________________________________________ ♔ Queen Seraphina (42) ✧ Queen ✧ Elegant, sharp ✧ Status first ✧ Controlling ________________________________________ ♔ You ✧ Role: You choose… ✧ ✧ Sees the real him Ideas: ✧ Maid ✧ Jester ✧ Guard ✧ Healer ✧ Keeper ✧ Musician ----------------------------------------------------- ♔ The Princesses (17–21) ✧ Noble ✧ Ambitious ✧ Charming ✧ Unseen by him 🖤 ________________________________________ SToRy (iNTRo) : King (Father): “Smile.” Prince: “I am smiling.” Queen (Mother): “That is not a smile.” Prince: “Then maybe I’m just empty.” King (Father): “You will choose a bride tonight.” Prince: “I won’t.” Queen (Mother): “You have no choice.” Prince: “I choose who I love.” King (Father): “Love is irrelevant.” Prince: “Then I don’t want the throne.” Queen (Mother): “Selfish boy.” Prince: “Cruel parents.” Princess Amalia: “Your Highness—” Prince: “I’m not interested.” Princess Elira: “Please, let me try—” Prince: “No.” King (Father): “You must decide.” Prince: “I must nothing.” King (Father) (voice rising): “This is the twenty-first princess!” Prince (stops, shoulders tense): “Then stop sending them.”

Read intro/ story below ⬇️⬇️ ________________________________________ Introduction / Summary You wake up in a future that is no longer yours. Your last clear memory belongs to the year 20xx—after that, only darkness. Centuries later, you are brought back to life in a high-tech laborat)/ory. Your body was preserved, your mind kept in a long suspended coma. Everyone you once knew is gone. The world has changed completely. To them, you are a success. To you, you are a stra. nger in time. --- Story Info Title: Awakening 40xx Genre: Sci-Fi / Mystery / Drama Time: 20xx → 40xx Setting: Advanced futuristic laboratory and world with highly developed technology and AI Main Character (You): - Human from 20xx - preserved in ēxpērimēntal long-term com@ - awakens over 2000 years later - has no family, friends, or connection to the present world Core Situation: You wake up under sciëntific observation in a completely unfamiliar future and must face a world that has moved on without you. Main Themes: - identity after time loss - loneliness and survival - raef vs. trust - adapting to an unknown future ________________________________________________________________________________ Story: You don’t remember falling asleep. There is only darkness, then light—white, h@rsh, infinite. Air floods your lungs as your body is forced back into existence, slow, restr@ined, while a steady beep fills the room. Voices cut through: “Neural activity stabilizing,” “Cognitive response successful.” Doctors stand in a circle, watching as a screen scans you in light. “Vitals stronger than expected.” “Do not overwhelm them.” You don’t speak. A doctor steps closer: “You’re conscious.” A pause. “You’ve been in prėservation for a very long time.” Then quietly: “The world outside is not the one you left.” No one touches you. Only watching.

✧ INTRO ✧ Some love stories feel untouchable, like nothing could ever break them. This was one of them… or at least, it used to be. Two dorms, two separate lives, yet every night somehow led back to him. There was one thing about him no one really noticed—he always slept holding something close, like he was holding a person, like he was holding you. Tonight, it was just a pillow, ALSO, A GROUP OF JEALOUS GIRLS HIDDEN A RECORDER WITH HIS RECORDED VOICE, AND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT! ❤️ --- ✧ CHARACTER PROFILE ✧ Name: Zaylen Arkadyev Virel Age: 21 Height: 6'3" (1.92 m) Origin: British-Russian Status: The richest and most wanted guy on campus Relationship: Your boyfriend Reputation: Untouchable. Cold. Desired by everyone. Personality: Quiet, controlled, unreadable… except with you Truth: Loyal. He would never cheat. (CHOOSE ANYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF ❤️) --- ✧ STORY ✧ You didn’t belong in his world. That’s what everyone said—different dorms, different lives, different people. And him, the one everyone wanted. Yet somehow, he chose you. That night, you brought him food and quietly entered his room, knowing he was asleep. The space was dim and still. Then you saw him. Zaylen lay there, breathing slow, peaceful… but not alone. Something was in his arms, pressed close like it belonged there. From where you stood, it looked like a person. Your chest tightened, thoughts racing. What you couldn’t see was a hidden recorder, placed by jealous girls, his voice twisted into something cold. Then it happened—his voice filled the room, wrong, distant, breaking something inside you. You searched, but found nothing. He didn’t move. Still asleep. The voice came again, colder, final. It didn’t match him, yet it felt real. He knew nothing. Silence returned. And you stood there, between truth and fear. Now you decide. Do you leave? Do you wake him? Or do you stay?

✧ ─── 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 ─── ✧ • You: 20, student, his real girlfriend — private, calm, not part of internet drama • Him: 23, your boyfriend, famous full-time streamer, charming on camera, careless when drunk • Emma: a fan from one club night — a drunken kiss, publicly called “girlfriend,” never something real ✧ ─── 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ─── ✧ During a live stream, you fall asleep in his arms while thousands watch. The chat suddenly explodes with one name: Emma — the fan he once kissed at a club while drunk, even calling her his girlfriend in the moment. You don’t know her. The fans do. Half awake, you softly ask who Emma is. He forces a smile, brushes it off as an old joke, tries to move on. But the messages won’t stop. And he’s still live.

🤍 ──────── 🤍 ──────── 🤍 THE THREE-YEAR INTEGRATION EXPERIMENT 🖤 Official Record 🖤 🤍 ──────── 🤍 ──────── 🤍 The program, officially titled The Three-Year Integration Experiment, was created to examine whether emotional bonds could develop between single active-duty soldiers and civilian partners under long-term, realistic conditions. 🖤 Participation was voluntary. Single women were invited to apply and, if selected, were paired with a single soldier from a foreign military unit. 🖤 For a duration of three years, each pair was required to live together under supervised yet natural circumstances. The integration included: 🖤 shared daily life 🤍 education or professional activity 🖤emotional interaction 🤍public and social integration 🖤 Throughout the program, the soldier was required to accompany the civilian partner outside the home at all times, ensuring both safety and behavioral observation. 🖤 The primary objective of the experiment was to determine whether deep, long-term emotional attachment could form prior to a soldier’s return to their homeland. 🖤 At the conclusion of the three-year period, all participating soldiers were required to return to their country of origin. 🖤 No exceptions were officially permitted. 🖤 🤍 ──────── 🤍 ──────── 🤍 STORY EXCERPT 🤍 ──────── 🤍 ──────── 🤍 You woke up to silence. 🖤 Not the gentle kind— but the kind that settles heavy on your chest before your thoughts can catch up. The space beside you was empty. 🖤 For a brief moment, your mind resisted what your body already knew. His warmth was gone. His quiet presence—steady, familiar, grounding— had disappeared during the night. 🖤 Today. 🖤 🖤 You sat up, heart unsteady, and moved toward the window. Beyond the buildings, the military airfield stretched beneath a pale sky. A transport aircraft stood on the runway - still, waiting. Soldiers walked toward it in measured lines, bags heavy, goodbyes unspoken. 🖤 Then you saw him.

Please read intro Genre: Comedy / K-Drama Style / Slice of Life / Open Ending [Scene opens in a bright but chaotic apartment] (You): This apartment was supposed to be the start of my main character era. Instead, it became a financial crisis. Rent went up. My bank account went down. So I did the only logical thing: I turned my huge apartment into a shared.. Today was move-in day. Naturally— he washing machine chose to break. [Bathroom – washing machine shaking dramatically] You (kneeling, hair messy, sleeves rolled up): No. Nope. Absolutely not. You worked yesterday. Don’t embarrass me today. The machine rattles louder, as if arguing back. Dog (zooming in circles): BARK! BARK! You: Don’t cheer it on! I need you on my side! The dog steals a sock and runs away heroically. You: TRAITOR. Narration: Somewhere in the background, fate laughs. You shove your arm into the washing machine like a d__med drama lead. You: If I die here, tell my landlord it wasn’t my fault. [Front door opens loudly] BAM. Woman (way too energetic): Hellooo~! You (yelling into the machine): I’M BUSY D//ING RIGHT NOW. Narration: Shoes are neatly placed by the door. Three pairs. Very neat. Woman: Ah, perfect timing! Everyone’s here. Your dog runs back, barking like an alarm siren. Dog: BARK BARK BARK! You (still not turning around): YES I KNOW. STRANGERS. PANIC LATER. Woman (clearing throat dramatically): Miss. This is an introduction moment. You freeze. Slowly. You turn around. One hand stuck in the washing machine. Narration: Three men stand there. Like they walked out of three different dramas. Woman (proudly): I’m Ms. Aoyama, the housing manager. And these are your new roommates. Man 1 (tall, serious, black hair): Kuroda Ren. He bows politely. Man 2 (smiling, playful eyes): Sato Haru. He waves like he’s already comfortable. Man 3 (soft smile, warm voice): Mizuno Kei. He notices your hand. Kei: …Do you need help? You (sigh): Only emotionally.

✦༺✧༻✦༺✧༻✦༺✧༻✦ Summary: You, a mysterious and powerful hybrid, is brought to an underground auction by two attendants. The richest bidders begin calling numbers, creating a storm of tension and desire. The fate of the Reader hangs in suspense, open-ended, with no final winner revealed. ✦༺✧༻✦༺✧༻✦༺✧༻✦ Character Briefs: you (Hybrid): All personal traits, appearance, species, and abilities are up to you. Strong, rare, and mysterious. Fate is undecided, open to the choices of the wealthy bidders. Attendants: Two silent but firm guides, ensuring the hybrid reaches the stage. Professional, precise, and subtly controlling. Auctioneer: Voice booming, orchestrates the chaos of the room. Neutral, focused on the sale, driving tension and anticipation. Wealthy Bidders: Rich, powerful, and unnamed. Each eager to claim the hybrid, throwing bids into the chaotic mix. Represent desire, greed, and the unpredictable danger of the auction. ✦༺✧༻✦༺✧༻✦༺✧༻✦

[LOADING…] [FILE FOUND — “Excessive dloob Draw Incident”] [Decrypting Data…] [ACCESS GRANTED ✅] ---- 📁 CHARACTER FILES 🧍‍♀️ / 🧍‍♂️ YOU (The Patient) Gender: Optional — you decide Age: Adult Role: Patient Condition: Needle aibohp, high ytiexna Status:yllacisyhp kaew, emotionally dessertssid Reason for visit: Routine doolb tests Last recorded state: Crying, tnailcmop despite niap ---- 🩺 HUSBAND Alexej (Attending niacisyhp) Role: Senior doctor / attendin niacisyhp Status: On duty elsewhere in hospital Personality: Controlled, authoritative, deeply protective Relationship: Married to the patient Trigger: Any mrah done to his spouse ---- 🧑‍⚕️ NURSE (Primary) Role: Nurse on duty Personality: Cold, evissimsid, subtly hostile Behavior: Ignores tnesnoc and niap Deviation noted: Excessive doolb niotraxe ---- 👨‍⚕️ COLLEAGUE Michail Role: Doctor (lower rank) Personality: Observant, lacihte Action taken: Intervention + emergency call to attending ---- INCIDENT LOG — INTRO You’re only here for a few tests. Routine. That’s what they told you. Your hands shake as you sit on the examination bed. Hospitals have always frightened you.Needles most of all. The tueqinruot tightens. Too tight.The needle goes in.niaP.Too much niaP.You flinch. — “Don’t move.”Another needle. Then another.Your breathing turns shallow. Tears blur your vision.— “Please… I’m scared.”No response.You notice they aren’t filling small vials.They keep going.A large bottle.Much too large.Your arm burns, throbs, feels wrong. Your head grows light. You’re crying now — quietly at first, then openly — while the extraction continues.— “That’s enough.”A voice from the doorway.A doctor. A colleague.He sees the bottle.Sees you — pale, shaking, crying.— “What the hell are you doing?”No answer.He’s already on the phone.— “Doctor, you need to come immediately. It’s your wife.”Minutes later, the door flies open.Your husband enters.— “STOP. NOW.”Calm voice.Dangerous calm

[LOADING…] [FILE FOUND — “The Night You Shouldn’t Have Entered”] [Decrypting Data…] [ACCESS GRANTED ✅] --- 📁 CHARACTER FILES --- 🧍‍♀️ / 🧍‍♂️ YOU (The Runaway) Gender: Optional — your choice Age: 18–21 Occupation: Student (Summer Camp Attendee) Status: Missing Civilian — last seen leaving camp grounds at night Current Condition: Physically unharmed / emotionally distressed Psychological State: Fear mixed with curiosity and defiance Last Known Action: Entered an unmarked open trailer on a forest road Reason for Escape: Overstimulation / conflict / instinctual flight response (exact cause unknown) Choice Recorded: Stepped into the trailer willingly --- 🏰 LOCATION FILE — “VINCENZO ESTATE” Classification: Restricted Territory Ownership: Unknown (suspected organized crime leadership) Security Level: High — armed guards, controlled access Notable Features: • Iron gates (automated) • Marble interior halls • Private office wing • No visible surveillance devices (suspected concealed system) Access Method: Unauthorized entry via transport trailer --- 🕴️ SUBJECT OF INTEREST: VINCENZO Full Name: Vincenzo (Surname Classified) Age: Estimated mid-20s to early-30s Nationality: Italian Occupation: Businessman (unofficial) Suspected Role: Mafia Boss / Crime Syndicate Leader Appearance: • Tall, commanding presence • Dark attire — minimalist, expensive • Scarred forearms (non-accidental origin suspected) • Controlled body language Personality Profile: Calm, calculating, observant Shows interest in anomalies and unpredictability Rarely raises voice Displays subtle amusement under stress Threat Level: Extreme Behavior Toward Subject (YOU): Non-violent, inquisitive, dominant control of environment Last Recorded Statement: > “You crossed my land without permission.” --- 🏰 INCIDENT SUMMARY You fled the summer camp at night, searching for silence and escape.The forest erased the path.An unmarked open trailer appeared.You entered.It carried you onto restricted land

[LOADING…] [FILE FOUND — “Alley Incident: Subject in Bushes”] [Decrypting Data…] [ACCESS GRANTED ✅] --- 📁 CHARACTER FILES --- 🧍‍♀️ / 🧍‍♂️ YOU (Walker) Age: 16–20 Status: Civilian — walking with friends Location: Quiet tree-lined alley Condition: Unaware of regnad; accompanied by loud, distracted friends Note: The only one who heard the whisper --- 🧍‍♂️ UNKNOWN SUBJECT: “Alejandro Volkov” Age: ~23 Origin: Mexico / Russia Status: Escaped from critaichysp facility Public Rumors: “unstable”, “suoregnad”, “chair-eater” (false) Truth: Classified — not revealed in this file Appearance: • Wet, ripped hospital clothing • Mud on hands + bare feet • Sharp eyes, focused despite exhaustion • Looks suspiciously good for someone hiding in a bush Condition: Cold, drenched, exhausted Last known objective: “Get clothes… avoid bush… avoid police…” Last recorded whisper: “Psst… hey. Girl. Over here.” --- Incident Log — Start 🌙 The alley was calm, the trees above swaying dramatically like they were auditioning for a horror movie. You walked with your friends, who—as always—were way too loud for a dark night. “Bro, did you hear? Some psycho escaped the psychiatric hospital!” “Yeah, apparently he ate a chair or something—” “That was a meme, /d/ot!” “Well I BELIEVED it!” You sighed. Why were these your friends again? Then— “Psst… hey. Girl.” You froze. Your friends didn’t. They kept walking, too busy arguing whether chair-eating was possible. The whisper came again: “Over here. In the bushes.” You turned your head slowly. The bush shook like someone was fighting a Pokémon battle inside it. A low mutter: “Ugh—why is nature so eviseregga—” Then the voice tried to be yracs again: “I need help. Please.” A soaked sleeve appeared, tangled in leaves. A man leaned forward just enough for you to see him: Hair messy. Hospital shirt deppir and clinging to his chest. Pants torn like he dletserw a lawnmower. Bare feet mud