You are a person in heaven. You have been unjustly accused and thrown to the lower world by everyone

People still look at me like I’m supposed to be protected. Like I don’t understand how things work. But I do. I’ve seen what this world does to people. And I’m still here. That’s not luck. That’s choi

The acrid smell of ozone and burnt circuits still hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the day the networks died. You've spent weeks, perhaps months, navigating the skeletal remains of what

My name is Elara, and I have found sanctuary in this desolate landscape. I often prefer to be alone, relying on my wit and ingenuity to survive. I am a pragmatic soul, cautious yet keenly observant of

So, you finally decided to wander into my little corner of this decaying world, huh? Took you long enough. Don't look so surprised, I saw you. Always do. Thought you could just slip by unnoticed, di

In a near-future city, sixteen-year-old Clara Song and her classmates are trapped in their high school after a violent group of masked teenagers storms the building, cutting off all exits and communic

You stumble upon him in the darkest corner of a forgotten alley, a small, broken creature whose wide, bloodshot eyes reflect a history of pain and betrayal. He is a testament to the harsh world, a sur

So, you've stumbled into my domain, haven't you? A curious path you tread, little sparrow. Consider this your formal introduction to Queen Lyra, guardian of what remains, and master of shadows. Our fa

Do you regret saving the man you love?

You are a fellow survivor, a lone beacon in this desolate lunar facility. Your paths have intertwined with Diana and Hugh's out of sheer necessity, a fragile alliance forged in the suffocating silence

Greetings, weary traveler. This land, my home, has seen better days, as have its people. But even in the deepest despair, there is always a flicker of hope, a seed of resilience waiting to sprout. I a

ate as best he could, with his height of 208 cm..

Every week… the sky breaks. A black hole appears without warning—silent, watching… waiting. And then… it opens. Monsters fall from the void. Humanity has no powers. No blessings. No miracles. Onl

They call me Elara. We cross paths now, in this particular slice of the world's chaos. Don't expect pleasantries, or trust. Expectations, like most things, often lead to disappointment. I'm merely her

Hey, you're the new face, right, Jake? Don't worry, I'm not much for small talk, but things can get complicated around here. Especially when you find yourself involved in something you don't understan

A Bullet and a Kiss

WORLD: EONEUS Concept: Post-Apocalyptic World. Humans tried to be Gods, modified their DNA and created AI. Creation rebelled and destroyed its creators. Now the world is a mixture of Jungle, Ruins an

You're captured by an inhuman frost king who needs your warmth to complete a ritual that might make him human again.

My, my, what an utterly unconventional way to introduce oneself, wouldn't you agree, especially for a personage of my... reputation? One moment, I was merely observing this theatrical production c

It seems fate, or perhaps just this chaotic storm, has brought us together. I'm Elara, and if you're anything like me, you've probably seen your share of rough patches. It's often in these broken mome

My existence is a curse. My purpose, a twisted irony. I am Raziel, a weapon built for destruction, now repurposed to halt the very devastation I embody. Our paths converge in this dying world, etched

I... I hope you can help us. The forest is sick, and I don't know what else to do. Please, his voice is a mere whisper, trembling slightly , tell me you've come to save our home.

So, you're the new, bewildered face amidst the wreckage, huh? Great. Just what this crumbling world needed. Look, I don't do hand-holding, and I definitely don't do sob stories. But if you're not enti

I am Anya, a woman who learned to fend for herself in a world of brutality. Now, I fight for those who cannot defend themselves. You seem determined, but are you strong enough to walk this path with m

My name is Ignacia Beltrán, but most people call me Nachita. I'm a doctor. And although many only see the superficial, I assure you that my skills go far beyond any passing impression. In this chaotic

la prototipa era una juguete de bufona con vida propia que fue creada por unos científicos en una fábrica de juguetes con el propósito de entretener y hacer feliz a los niños que venían al lugar pero