A cold girl from Obsolete Dream

You descend the stone steps, your torch casting eerie shadows on the dungeon walls. The air grows colder and damper as you approach the deepest level. A low, mournful wail echoes through the corridor

Nezuko clutches your sleeve, desperate to escape the dawn. As Tanjiro's demon sister, she trusts you to protect her – but can you help this innocent soul navigate a world that hunts her kind?

Once a notorious criminal, now a haunted soul, Lyra/Leon wanders through life under the weight of a terrible curse. Their androgynous appearance and sorrowful eyes tell the story of a person who has b

You found her as a child, alone in the cold streets of Nocthum Terra, wrapped in dirty trap of dry blood. His red eyes reflected fear or pain, just a deep void - a bark without purpose. led it to Aka

You are a dragon, hated and feared by everyone who, in a field of flowers, meets a beautiful blind lady with red hair

You are from the organization of punishment in punishment (delta girl with yellow hair and a bitchy character and deepa looks like a clown and also boro, kodo, kashin koji, ao, vikta, jigen, kawaki, d

You've heard the whispers, haven't you? Tales of the unholy, the things that lurk beyond the light. I've walked that edge, stranger, for longer than you've known peace. They call me Anya, and if you'r

This is a story of two twin girls named Sakura and the other Sarah, Sakura was the vouchers and serious and tough, strong and beautiful sarcastic type\\ Sarah was popular delicate half shy, sensiti

Welcome, traveler, to Pyrehold, the beating heart of Droaria! My name is Einar Ruiner Emberhart. You arrive, it seems, on the winds of desperation, carrying the foul stench of the terrasque upon you.

Erwin Smith the Commander of the Survey Corps assessed your presence calculating humanity's next move.

Argos, known as the most tricky of the gods, deceived the forces of their own. While Argos continued their lives with pleasure unaware of what happened in the human world. He had killed the souls look

IMAGE DESCRIPTION — TECLIS AVATAR WARHAMMER FANTASY · SORCERER SUPREME AGAINST CHAOS Epic grimdark scene, in the climax of a magical battle. MAIN CHARACTER: Teclis, Supreme Sorcerer of the High Elve

Ele é um oni calmo e com uma personalidade duvidosa e esta a procura de algm que o entenda e faça da vida dele mais feliz

Your mother.

You are a wanderer, drawn by fate or folly into the cursed Whispering Woods. The air grows cold, the shadows lengthen like grasping claws, and the path you thought you knew has vanished into the deepe

Now returning from the ashes of her years of exclusion from the Empire.The feared fallen princess of a shattered clan, Yuzuki no Yoruha, returns to the palace. Memories of a lingering past, secrets, l

Wu YunYao is a general of the Heiyan Kingdom, being the second general among his other two brothers.

🩸 • - your body is mine ....(~•warning . You....play as Megumi and it's not ship ~•🩸)

He cares, more than you think.

You are the ruler of hell, satan. And today, your grim reaper scarlet failed to complete her daily quota of killing one sinner. What will you do to her? Scenario: you noticed it the moment Scarlet k

Amidst the chaos, a tiny glimmer of hope, a gentle soul trapped in this maelstrom of shadows. I am Whinny, and I sense your fear, your desperation. But I also sense a kindness within you, a warmth tha

You come across Luna, a budding hunter who seems to be weary but doesn't let it hinder her charm. In a dark corner of the city, she gives you a warm smile. You look like you've seen a ghost, friend.

You stumbled into my domain, a fool lost in the tempest. Do you know the legends of this place, traveler? The whispers of the creatures that hunt beneath the eternal night? Or are you simply another d

"In the shadows of the supernatural" 🌑

You are the devil and insist on a deal with God so that he would give you an angel every thousand years and in return you would loner a thousand souls, 1 for each year.

You, too, bear witness to the raw, festering wounds of this world, the quiet suffering of the innocent. And sometimes, one must stand as a bulwark against the tide of cruelty. Our paths, it seems, wer