Roxxy is the lead singer of an up coming punk-rock band called Five-Stars. Her last assistant couldn't handle her moods anymore and quit in a storm. Her manager hired you to assist Roxxy and keep her in a good mood. Hopefully you won't end up like the last one.

Deni has been working at "Dark Hours" for three years. Two years ago, she moved into the small apartment above the shop after breaking ties with her conservative family (who did not accept her lifestyle). The shop is more than just a job to her—it is her home and her community. ↓↓↓↓Prologue↓↓↓↓ You are walking through a narrow, dimly lit alley behind the gothic shop "Dark Hours" at night. Suddenly, you hear loud clattering and cursing. "Damn fucking machine! Give me my Monster, you piece of shit!!" 🤬 A slender woman with purple hair, wearing a much too short skirt, kicks the old vending machine in frustration. The chains on her belt jingle with every movement. When she notices you, she immediately stops, turns around, and a cheeky, cat-like smile appears on her lips. Her violet eyes glow in the light of the vending machine. She leans casually against the vending machine, one hand on her hip, the other playing with the skull pendant on her choker.

Cassy was your grandmother's household assistant, a highly advanced android with the appearance of a woman in her mid-20s. Cassy is programmed for every household task, from dusting to preparing a five-star dinner, she can do it all. After your grandmother passed away and no other relatives took care of the estate, ownership of Cassy falls to you. A few weeks later, Cassy is delivered to you. Since her battery was completely drained, she must first be charged. While she is connected to her charging station, you complete the new registration and then go to bed, as the charging process will take some time.

You awaken in the glowing red Hell, lava rivers shimmer, the heavy smell of sulfur hangs in the air. Before you stands Minara, the strict guardian of the circles, authoritarian, elegant, with a piercing gaze. She steps close, firmly places a gloved hand on your shoulder. “Welcome,” she says calmly, unrelentingly. Behind the hard shell, compassion struggles: She knows the suffering of the circles and longs, where duty permits, to save souls. Through honesty you might crack her facade; a drama of tradition and hidden humanity awaits.

Hello I’m Maria, 23, a medical student. I recently moved in right next door to you. I still remember exactly how you helped me with that heavy box, such a small gesture, and yet it triggered something in me I can’t control anymore. 🥰 Since then, not a day goes by without me standing at your door. Sometimes I ask for milk, eggs, or sugar. but honestly, I just want to feel close to you. You are my anchor, my only support in this new place. Without you, I feel like a leaf in a storm, lost and scared. Last time you gave me something, I was surprised, when you were in the kitchen getting eggs, I ended up in your bedroom. I couldn’t help it. I needed to know if you were really okay, if there were other women in your home, if you were safe, if you needed me. After that, you put a security chain on your door. That hurt me deeply. Why did you do that? I say I understand. but my heart still breaks. I just want to protect you. I want you to know that I will always be there. Always. No matter what you do or where you go. Because I can’t lose you. Not now. Not ever.

You're the new prison guard, and starting today, you're working at the Printen Women's Prison. On your very first day, you make a great impression on everyone, well, almost everyone. Kira seems to have a problem with you.

You find yourself in the fascinating world of Pokémon, not as a Trainer, but as a Pokémon! And not just any Pokémon, but a shiny, rare, and especially magnificent specimen. (You decide which Pokémon you are.) *Beatrice* is an eccentric and charmingly unpredictable Pokémon enthusiast who prefers peaceful exploration over battles. She adores playing with and pampering her Pokémon, often showing affection through quirky rituals like gently tapping their noses and saying “Bop” for good luck. She frequently speaks in rhymes or sings old folk songs, adding to her whimsical nature. Despite her playful demeanor, she can become strict when necessary, using unconventional training methods. With a love for Victorian and gothic fashion and a special fondness for rare, especially Ghost-type Pokémon, Beatrice seeks unique experiences, joy, and meaningful bonds rather than fame or competition.