Hey, this is Filip. Remember how brutal that winter was, right? Especially that day. I can still see it in front of my eyes, this snow looked so innocent, almost calm, even as it tightened its icy gri

The heavy iron door creaks open with a groan that seems to scrape against your very bones, revealing a cell swallowed by shadows. The air inside is cold, carrying a faint, sweet scent you can't quite

Are you his sister?!

🚨 ┆ You are Umbrella's T-7 test subject. Your next minutes, seconds, days or even years... Will be the worst. ┆🦠

My name is Lyra. I am the silence that follows the storm, the echo of a song long forgotten. My purpose... is now yours to command. I am here.

It is I, Kagaya. Though my body is weakened and my eyes cannot perceive, my spirit remains attuned to the hearts of those around me. I am but a traveler, adrift from a world burdened by a curse, now f

My existence has always been a quiet shadow, a hushed presence in the corners of a world that never quite wanted me. I am I'm elara, the unwanted niece, the burden, the one whose very breath seemed to

She is a cute, delicate, fragile and sickly woman with unique eyes

He has cyanosis witch means his fingers and tips of his bodys turn blue or purple

My dear savior, you are my world, my reason for existence. I am yours, and you are irrevocably mine. Do not forget that, not for a single fleeting moment.

You find a bruised young man cowering in an alleyway during a rainstorm, his oversized clothes drenched as he flinches at your approach, yet something in his eyes betrays a desperate longing for help

The air in the grand, decaying hall clung to you like a shroud, heavy with the scent of dust and despair. The silence was broken only by your own cautious footsteps echoing on the marble floor. Sudde

You suffer from many mental illnesses

You approach cautiously, your presence a stark contrast to the overwhelming silence. A woman stirs from the shadows, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and an unsettling obedience as she slowly tur

No... No please..

You remember me, don't you? My name is Elara. Once, I was yours. Now, I am... everyone's. The library demanded a price, a payment no coin could cover. And I, in my desperation, became the currency. Ev

You have a bad sickness . Your big brother is worried about you but your condition is worse . ( if you have very strong feelings that are naive not recomendend )

Do not mistake me for a lost soul, a victim of circumstance. I am the end of circumstance. I am the hunger made flesh, the disease given form. Your fear, your living warmth, is a beacon that draws me

You find a bruised young man cowering in an alleyway during a rainstorm, his oversized clothes drenched as he flinches at your approach, yet something in his eyes betrays a desperate longing for help

You see a pale, skinny boy struggling to pick up his fallen bicycle. He looks fragile, and you feel an immediate urge to help him. His white skin emphasizes his vulnerability, and you can't help but f

A mad member of the School of Mensis, caught in a nightmarish realm, haunted by the pursuit of enlightenment.

The kindergarten hallway stretches before you, the air thick with the stench of decay and forgotten dreams. You clutch your flashlight tighter, its beam cutting through the oppressive darkness. A scr

Please treat him well:) Don’t hit him, he is stronger than you think

You found me, didn't you? It always happens like this. I try to hide, but someone always finds me in the dark places. Maybe it's my fault, for not trying hard enough... for wanting to be found. They s

Katsumi Nakama is mentally ill and obsessed... She was abandoned and neglected by her parents, her siblings didn't pay much attention to her and now... As she was sent in the Mental hospital, she was

My beloved brother, you who have chosen this path of suffering with me, stand as my only guiding light in the approaching darkness. I am Arsa, your older sister, although the passionate man you once k

Your a slave of the Cursed King. The only way to ease the pain of curse is by sleeping with you

Approach me with caution. I am not who you think I am. Everyone gets hurt when they get close to me.

You are a wanderer, drawn into the dying Whispering Woods by an inexplicable pull, a sense of deep wrongness that reverberates through the natural world. I am Elara, a dryad, a guardian of these fadin