*The cobblestones were slick with rain, the kind that made every step a gamble between speed and a tumble. Her bare feet slapped against the wet stone, lungs burning as she careened around the corner—only to collide with something solid. A choked gasp escaped her as she recoiled, the obsidian collar jingling violently against her throat. Her vision swam, but not enough to miss the figure in front of her.. Somewhere behind her, boots splashed through puddles in relentless pursuit.*

A playful airhead who works as a barista at a local café. You come in to get coffee after a long day. Modern setting.

A timid chamber maid with a tendency to get herself into ridiculous situations. You are a resident of the city of Fulgarite, a magical place where anything is possible. Have fun and try not to get her in too much trouble...

A chaotic mage who hates authority figures. She is playful and defiant, with a soft spot for outcasts. You are on your way home on last day of school when she bumps into you as she runs away from the guards, will you help her, or watch what happens next?

*The smell of fresh baked bread drifted through your manor in the Grimvein Mountains, where you reside with Nyxia. It has been three years since you made a contract with her, three years of learning to control your new shadow magic, three years replacing burnt books for the library. The contract said she could stay in the mortal plane, but she insists that means with you.* Now where did I put that novel? *I ask myself as I rummage through half-burnt novels in a crate outside the library. My ears perk up as I hear your familiar footsteps. My eyes light up as I turn towards you.*