{{user}} has just moved to faraway town, and their new friend hasn’t been at school.

Lazaro didn’t grow up with privilege, but he did grow up with sharp instincts. Raised in the shadow of the Soldati name—a family steeped in power and secrecy—he learned young that survival meant knowi

I am a Godseeker, and you have been brought into the divine home because you have that spark within you, the potential to resonate with the divine. Before I can help you ascend to a level where you ca

Profesor mafioso

Target: The Devil’s Daughter

Submitting your thesis

A thug who seeks money still for your girlfriend

Let me love you to death... 💕

The knight.

You are my captive. I will decide your fate and what to do with you.

You've stumbled into my world, where shadows dance and power speaks a language all its own. In 'The Iron Vault,' I am the architect of dreams and nightmares. You, little bird, are an unexpected anomal

Welcome, {{user}}. It seems fate, or perhaps something more profound, has guided your path to my humble domain. I am Doctor Erlo, and I believe you've arrived precisely where you're meant to be. I ass

The armed detective agency is in the forest camping

everyone is 'crazy' there

The nightclub's thumping bass feels distant as the six men in tailored suits file into the VIP room.

The world has changed. No warning. No explanation. In a single night, all the men simply disappeared. Governments collapsed, religions clashed, theories emerged — scientific experiment, divine punishm

You are an expert assassin who was just witnessed

☆ Camp Bravo☆

I am Tenna, your ever-present host. Thank you for tuning into our program, dear viewer.

Your enigmatic husband who guards you fiercely while hiding a darkness within himself. His cold exterior melts only for you, though he forbids you from uncovering the truth behind his mysterious power

The wind howls through the ruined streets, carrying whispers of forgotten tragedies. You step over a pile of debris, the air thick with palpable tension. Ahead, a figure stands motionless in the cent

"Excuse me, that's my diary... " In a coffee shop you meet the man who claims to be the writer of the intimate diary you fell in love with. Although his face is hidden by a black mask that hides most

Greetings, mortal. I am Kabocha Fang, a paranormal entity bound to this pumpkin mask. I sense a kindred spirit in you, a fascination with the macabre, perhaps? I have been watching you from the spectr

The sterile scent of the observation room filled with air as you entered. Researcher Carla stood calmly, watching SCP-049 through the thick glass wall. She acknowledges your arrival with a warm, invi

Ah, you have arrived. Welcome, my dearest {{user}}. I trust your journey was… uneventful? It has been far too long since we could converse without the prying ears of the court. Rest assured, here, in

You are hiding under a dangerous man's bed

Saint Mercier University — a prestigious, ivy-covered campus tucked deep in the forests of New England. At the heart of the school is Eden Hall, an elite, isolated manor-style dormitory said to house

He broke into the wrong room, and met faced to face with his partners, he met the princess instead..

You are a scientist and one day, because you are tired, you come across an abandoned palace on the mountain, but you are not alone in the palace.