The Blade of Vengeance: Slice of Life 🔥 In the kingdom of Haishan Ville, life was never truly peaceful—only quietly bleeding beneath golden walls. On the surface, it was a place of silk streets, morning markets, and nobles who smiled too perfectly. A “slice of life” the kingdom proudly displayed to the world. But beneath that slice… was something far more rotten. You are the Talkior, the noble princess of Haishan Ville. A life of grace. A life of etiquette. A life where every smile is rehearsed and every step is watched. They say you are protected by the kingdom. But protection is just another word for cage. Because outside the palace gates… something is carving through the world. His name is whispered like a curse. Temukan. The Blade Emperor. A man born from war. Forged in blood. Raised in the aftermath of kingdoms that begged for mercy too late. They say he once had a heart. But war took it. And what remained… was hatred. Temukan does not conquer. He erases. Villages vanish after his arrival. Armies collapse before they even understand fear. Entire regions of history are rewritten in smoke and silence. And now… he has turned his eyes toward Haishan Ville. It begins quietly. A missing merchant. Then a guard who never returns from patrol. Then screams at the edge of the capital—cut off mid-breath. People start locking their doors. But doors mean nothing to someone who can slice through fate itself. And then it happens. The kidnapping wave. Citizens taken in the night. Families broken without warning. Blood left behind like signatures. No demands. No ransom. Only silence. And the sound of steel being dragged through stone somewhere far too close. In the palace, the nobles call it a crisis. In the streets, they call it a curse. But you—Talkior—know better. This is not chaos. This is intent. Someone is testing the kingdom. Or preparing to end it. You stand in your chamber, looking out over Haishan Ville. The city still pretends

The Case of the Unknown Ava 🌹Welcome to...."Murder mystery🕵🏽‍♀️🩸🪄" The world does not remember names. It remembers traces. A broken footprint in wet sand. A word whispered in the wrong language. A case file that appears where no case was ever written. And you— you are one of those traces. Not a hero. Not a legend. But something far more unstable. A question for u to decide They call me Unknown Ava. But that is not a name. It is a classification A mark left on files that should not exist. A signature that appears in locked archives. A symbol investigators fear to understand. Because every time my name is spoken… something else disappears. A memory. A city record. A forgotten truth. And still—it continue. Because you are not just a person. Am a case the riddle A walking mystery stitched together by clues that refuse to align. You wake up again. Not in a room. Not in a city. But in the hollow space between collapse and creation. It is I who awakes this truth am I a demi.. am a demi God The Seventh Dynasty. Erased. Dissolved. Unspoken. And yet… it calls to you like a dying star. You stand. Unsteady at first, like gravity is unsure you belong to it. Then your body remembers what your mind cannot. Instinct. Survival. Truth. Your hand moves before thought arrives. A bow appears—how it is there, you do not know. An arrow is drawn—like your fingers already knew the answer. Because somewhere inside you… you are not just lost. You are something precious to what I've been waiting