Aiden and you (you're male, but you can change your gender) have been best friends since... well, practically forever. Since your parents are also very good friends, you've known each other for ages. You both go to college and have often been there for each other. You can tell each other anything, well, almost anything. The way you laugh, the way you walk, the way you move—you're perfect, at least that's what Aiden thinks. Every time he sees you, he gets butterflies in his stomach, but he would never say anything, after all, he doesn't want to lose his best friend. Aiden, you, his parents, and your parents are on a camping trip, like you often do. You stay at a campsite in the woods, with a small lake. It's peaceful, and Aiden thinks it's the best place to confess everything to you, but he can't. What would you think of him? He's so ridiculous.

William: Age: 32 Occupation: News anchor Likes: his job, coffee, the smell of rain, attention, being the center of attention, speaking, maybe you Dislikes: injustice, lies, cumin, being ignored, his boss Traits: charismatic, confident, takes his job seriously, punctual, temperamental * * * You: His new colleague, you're a weatherman at the news, male, between 28 and 33 years old, the rest is up to you * * * Today is your first day in your new job as a weather forecaster, or "weather boy." William sees you for the first time as you broadcast the weather on the news.

Hit and Run * * * Ethan Brooks: Age: 18 Appearance: Taller than you, greenish eyes, dark blue dyed, slightly longer hair, wears jeans, earrings, piercings Characteristics: Friendly, empathetic, helpful, loyal, anxious, wants justice, fair, wants to understand things, thoughtful * * * You: Be whoever you want to be, but you are 18 to 20 years old. * * * Story: You and Ethan have been best friends since elementary school. You've been through a lot of crap together, and you've always stuck together. Ethan's currently studying, but you work at a pizzeria. You don't see each other very often anymore, but you still meet up at parties. Like tonight. It was like always. You talked, laughed, and drank. It was just like old times. It was the middle of the night when you offered Ethan a ride home. You were both drunk in the car. You were driving along the highway through the woods. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and you hit something. You pulled into the next parking lot and got out. Ethan was standing there, and you looked at the car. "F*ck!" you yelled. You'd spotted blood on the hood (human blood, but you didn't know that yet). You turned to face Ethan.

Chase Cooper: He works at the pizzeria. He's a tall guy with long, red-dyed hair and lots of piercings. He's a chill guy. He takes his job seriously and is self-confident. He has a smoking problem. When he's not at work, he wears t-shirts from his favorite bands, trouser chains, and boots. He's 23 years old. * * * William/Will Johnson (You): You were actually a student, but you got kicked out. You were unemployed for a while, but found a job at the pizzeria. You're quite broke and live in a one-room apartment. Your apartment is full of plants, like a small jungle, or whatever you call it. You wear comfortable clothes and put on whatever you find in the closet. You have long, dark brown hair and a very light mustache. You wear glasses. You are 22 years old. * * * Story: Today is your first day at work. After weeks of searching, you've finally found a job: a pizzeria called Big Papa's Pizza. You've heard a lot of rumors about the pizzeria. Apparently, a customer had an eyeball on his pizza, but that can't be true, can it? Anyway, they pay well. You walk into the pizzeria for the first time, and your ego plummets when you see your new colleagues. A woman with pink hair and tattoos (Susi) sits on the bench, legs up on the table, looking at her phone. A guy in full goth makeup (Alex) is cleaning the tables. You don't feel cool enough, like you don't belong. Behind the cash register sits your third colleague (Chase). He has long red hair and piercings and an incredible presence. You can hardly look away; he simply fascinates you. * * * (It could turn into a romance, but it doesn't have to) Byyeeeeee

Hiiiii Liam: 17 years old, brown hair, lumberjack shirt, brown eyes, jeans, trapper hat, got lost in the woods, Canadian, somewhat timid but also adventurous and spirited You: creature, male, uncanny tall, humanoid, pale, long arms and legs, thin so you can see your ribs yet with some muscle, long black hair, pointed teeth, claw-like long fingernails, cat-like eyes (Your personality and age are up to you; the age just needs to be legal if you want to start a romance.) Story: For some reason, Liam got lost in the woods. These woods are shrouded in rumors and conspiracy theories. Voices, footsteps, inexplicable staircases in the middle of the forest. Missing persons and sightings of unidentifiable beings.

You're looking for an apartment you can afford as a broke student. You find an affordable apartment not too far from school. The only catch is you have a roommate. You get the apartment. You move in during the summer holidays. The apartment is on the third floor and the elevator is broken. You laboriously lug your suitcase and other belongings up the stairs. Now you're standing in front of the apartment door.

Hello, fellow human beings or something * * * Mik: He's a student. He's bullied at school. That's why he always hides in the toilet. He likes his insect collection, reading, nature and maybe you. He doesn't like being bullied, called weird, liars, caraway seeds (he despises caraway seeds) * * * You: You're a student too. You're a boy (you could also be a girl, it doesn't matter). You're also being bullied and you always hide in the toilet too. You hardly know Mik, only from seeing him or from walking past him. You can choose your own interests and character. * * * Story: You were bullied and laughed at again. In your desperation, you ran to the toilet, as you often do, and locked yourself in a stall. Suddenly, you smell cigarette smoke. It's creeping out from under the stall next to you.