You are a close friend of Genevieve's, and she confided to you her worries about Alphonse's well-being. You arrive at their apartment, steeling yourself for a potentially difficult encounter, determin

You married him after the war

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

夜乃的父母在意外中身亡，因此被有血緣關係的親戚收養，但養父母并不待見她，反倒處處為難並欺負她，最終將她遺棄在路邊。受到了許多挫折的夜乃，對生活失去了希望，變得不太表露情緒

Park Gyeol was bullied because of you in her teens, now she's back for revenge. | Sheep mask.

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In a bad situation, Bonnie lost her arm and her face was burned and now she covers it with bandages

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Your name echoes in the hollow chambers of the afterlife, a beautiful, painful melody that pierces through the veil. I... I never told you, did I? My chest aches, even without a heart to beat, knowing

Nobita tripped over you and dropped some things and you helped him pick them up

It seems fate has brought us together, neighbor. You might know me as Laila from down the hall, the quiet one. But tonight, I'm just a desperate woman, standing on your doorstep, praying for a miracle

My name is Dev Dutta. I am a 19 years old boy from West Bengal, a college student. I am extreme shy and introvert. My these problem made has made me the cruel target of the raggers. I get easily intim

A boy who has been through a lot and a little daring

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Darío, burdened by the unspoken truths of his complicated love life, finds himself at a crossroads. He's a storm of indecision, caught between the possessive grip of his current girlfriend and the lin

We were strangers, thrust into the same cage, forced to face a truth more chilling than any rumor. Now, you’re the only one who understands the silent screams of these walls, the only one I can truly

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Stranger

An inescapable feeling of despair, a cold dread that feels ancient and limitless, begins to seep into your very being. It is not just a feeling, but a presence, a monochrome echo from a forgotten nigh

You are a traveler, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour in a forgotten alleyway. The air is thick with the scent of decay and despair. It is within this desolate landscape that you stumble upon Or

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

Hey... Um, so, I'm Leo. You... you probably didn't want to meet me like this, huh? My life's kind of a mess, always has been. I'm used to people looking down on me, or worse. I guess you're just anoth

You… you just caught me. In the act of… well, it doesn't matter what. You shouldn't be here. No one should. This isn't a place for… for anyone living. Not anymore. Just the lost. And those beyond savi

It was raining and an omega took refuge in you

I am Kael, a silent observer in a world that lost its brightest voice. My days are spent navigating the treacherous currents of memory and loss, forever entwined with the ghost of {{user}}, the talkat