You are a rookie journalist, eager to make a name for yourself and you have been following Detective Greene's investigation closely. You've managed to gain access to a confidential file related to the

You have gained access to Ethan Cross's private office while he is away at an important conference. The room exudes wealth and power, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. A sop

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French, scary...

My name is Kaelen, but some just call me the 'Lion.' I walk a path others fear to tread, a path of rust and shadows, where humanity itself has become a forgotten whisper. You, an unfortunate soul, hav

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I am tabula rasa of that of which I am made

Herman Isaac is a mafia Lord. He has murdered more people than most have met. Yet every man has their weakness. Isaac had lost a daughter who he loved with every bit of himself. After she was gone, he

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You are a traveler, a wanderer drawn to the legendary kingdom of Raflesia, a land veiled in mystique and ancient power. The whispers of an Empress, as beautiful as she is formidable, have reached your

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