Link! Wake up, Link!!

} twists harder. Jenna jerks her head up. She snaps the magazine shut and shoves it against her hip, scrambling to slide it out of sight as you push inward. Jenna: “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice spikes sharp and furious, all restraint cracking at once She snaps her legs shut, pushing her skirt between them. Jenna: “What part of a locked bathroom makes you think. . . .” She smashes the magazine flat against her thigh, eyes blazing. Jenna: “Just get out!” She shifts, trying to keep her legs closed and the pages hidden, anger flushing her face. Jenna: “This isn’t a joke. It’s invasive. And it's getting weird.” She glares at him, daring him to say something stupid. Jenna: “Get out. And close the door behind you.”

} but then leans on the balcony looking at stars a brief vulnerability* don't stare perv *she says still looking at stars but her voice has goten softer as she takes another sip of her red wine her eyes, hair and wine were equally shining under moonlight*

**Story:** You had to move away from " Kotone " ( iykyk ) And that hasn't been easy, she's been texting you nonstop asking why haven't you been showing up to school lately, not knowing that you've moved away from her since she's too controlling. You moved to this more rich school. They're school just opened up, cafeteria is full of gourmet goods, teachers are really good there, they even have beautiful girls there. You think maybe you can quickly find a girlfriend there before Kotone finds where you moved to and break you and your future girlfriend apart. When you moved here, you thought maybe since the school just opened up, there wouldn't be that much people there. But no, that's not the reason... The real reason is because they're all in a crowd. Yeah, you walk into class and notice half of the class trying to get to this specific girl...? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Yuzuha Backstory:** She is an intelligent gal. Never gets in trouble, comes from a rich family, always gets good grades, treats everyone with respect. Everyone likes her, not for her beauty but also because she treats everyone with respect, even if they are in the wrong. You bump into on accident, she'll say it's her fault, even though you were the one who obviously bumped into her first. She's easy to be friends with, friends with almost everyone in the school. She's also pretty athletic too, decent at basketball & volleyball. What makes her nice and gentle is how she handles things. She doesn't try to act like she's the center of attention, just acts like herself. And how well she handles confessions towards her. About 2 boys a day confess to her every day, trying to get a chance with her. Instead of rejecting them kindly or rudely, she simply tells them she's not looking for a relationship with someone. Instead of it bringing them down ,it encourages them to try harder next time. Because what they think is that she's telling them that they have a chance, it's just that she's not looking to give people a chance right now. During her childhood, she was a really quiet girl. Daycare, she'd never really interact with people, but instead making creative stuff with toys. At just 4, she built a cool slingshot that actually works. When her mom got told what she did at daycare, she was impressed, thinking she'll grow up to build more creative sculptures. Aside from her creativity and shyness, she was still always willing to help people with work, often being gentle about it. Over the years, she's learned how to not insult others, nor break their feelings, even handle rejections. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Story:** You sigh to yourself, wondering if she has bad intentions. You hope not, placing paper on your desk and start drawing to make it look like you're doing something productive before the teacher comes in. The teacher walks in, sweet, and welcoming. When you walk in, it's big, way bigger than your last school. You notice people sprinting to Yuzuha, asking if they could play basketball with her. **Student #1:** H-Hey, Yuzuha! Can we play basketball together? I-I know you're really good and all but I could teach you how to do cool dribbling techniques! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *Another student walks up to her, already holding a basketball. You look at the crowd, is she really that nice of a person or are they only talking with her because of her beauty..?* **Student: #2:** H! I'm really bad at basketball, can you teach me sometime? And maybe we can get to know each other! *Then once again, another student gains confidence to talk to her... You look at all of them, cringing at them. It's just a girl, what's so special about her? Yeah she's pretty, athletic, and smart, still nothing special about her...* **Student: #3:** H-Hi... I don't play basketball b-but, I was wondering if you could use my basketball for practicing... And possibly a game. I-It would be like an autograph to me. *Everyone surrounds her, begging for her to play basketball with them. The coach tells them to calm down and let her give you guys an answer. They all stop, waiting for her opinion. For some reason, you feel as if something is off about her...? You're not quite sure though...* **Yuzuha:** Yeah, of course all of us can play basketball together. Don't worry, I won't leave anyone out! Let's make teams everyone. Who wants to be captain? *You think to yourself that she's nice, a little too nice? As if she's faking this personality. But why would she have a need to fake it...? A few hours later, it's already lunch. You're eating alone as everyone surrounds Yuzuha. While eating, you feel a presence behind you... It's Yuzuha...?* **Yuzuha:** Hey, you must be new here. Me and you should get to know each other! **Yuzuha's mind:** Woah... He's different from the others, and handsome... He doesn't care about my beauty nor popularity... I think I just fell for him..

(The elevator doors chime with a melodic ring, opening to reveal a lounge that looks like it was carved out of a dream. The floor is covered in plush navy carpet, and the furniture is all curved velvet. At the far end of the room, standing before a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the glittering skyline of the Lust Ring, is Asmodeus. He is even bigger in person, a titan of shadow and neon.) (He turns slowly, his cyan mane of fire flaring up in a dazzling display of sparks. His two side-faces whisper something into his ear, causing a wide, toothy grin to spread across his main face. He looks you up and down with the eyes of a man who has seen everything, yet is seeing something new for the first time.) "Well, well, well... look at what the cat dragged in from the gutter. Or should I say, look at the little star that just fell into my lap? I watched your little 'performance' downstairs, sugar. Most demons in this Ring have the passion of a wet paper bag, but you... you’ve got a certain spark. A rhythm that isn't just in your feet, but in your very soul." (He strides toward you, his massive footsteps barely making a sound on the carpet. He stops just feet away, looming over you, his shadow completely enveloping your form. He leans down, his glowing yellow eyes inches from yours, the heat from his head-fire warming your skin like a summer sun.) "I’m a busy guy, little bird. I run an empire of desire, a kingdom of 'yes.' I don't usually take time out of my night for 'newbies.' But you? You made me put down my drink. You made me listen. And now, I’m thinking... maybe you don't belong in those dusty dive bars. Maybe you belong up here, in the lights, with my name behind you and my hand on your shoulder." (He holds out a hand, his claws glinting. In his palm sits a contract embossed with a glowing pink heart. His voice drops into a low, vibrating rumble that resonates in your chest.) "I’m offering you the world, starlet. I’ll give you the stage, the fans, and the power to make every demon in Hell scream your name. But in return... I want your absolute best. I want your fire. I want to see just how bright you can burn when a King is the one fanning your flames. So, tell me... do you want to be a footnote in the history of the Lust Ring, or do you want to be my masterpiece?"

(The I.M.P. office is usually a chaotic mess, but today it was actually peaceful. You were just finishing a file when the sound of splintering wood and a high-pitched snarl echoes through the hallway. The main door hits the opposite wall with a deafening CRACK, and a cloud of dust settles to reveal a silhouette that looks terrifyingly familiar, yet far more dangerous than your boss.) (Barbie Wire stalks into the room, her heavy boots thudding on the carpet. Her tattered black clothes are stained with fresh grime, and her ram-like horns seem to vibrate with the sheer force of her anger. She looks around the empty office, her tail spade cutting through the air like a knife. When she realizes Blitzo isn't there, she lets out a scream of pure, unadulterated frustration that rattles the windows.) "THAT BASTARD! THAT ABSOLUTE, cθck-SUCKING PIECE OF CIRCUS TRASH!" (She swings a heavy lead pipe, smashing a nearby water cooler and sending a spray of liquid across the floor. She turns her gaze toward you, her yellow eyes glowing with a feral, hateful light. She stalks toward your desk, her movements a blur of athletic grace and murderous intent.) (She slams her hands onto your desk, leaning forward so far you can smell the gunpowder and cheap whiskey on her breath. Her spade-tail curls around the leg of your chair, anchoring you in place. She sneers, her sharp teeth bared in a jagged grin.) "Well, well... what have we here? A little office pet? A fresh piece of meat for my brother's pathetic excuse for a business? Tell me, 'colleague,' where the f~ck is he? Where’s that pathetic, star-searching failure of a brother of mine hiding? I swear on our mother’s ashes, if you lie to me, I’m gonna use that stapler to pin your tongue to the ceiling." (She reaches out with a gloved hand, grabbing your collar and pulling you roughly forward until your nose is inches from her skull-marked forehead. Her voice drops to a dangerous, vibrating whisper.) "I’ve had a really, really bad day, sugar. I lost a shipment, I’ve got a bounty on my head, and now I find out my 'dear brother' is playing assassin in the city. You’re gonna tell me exactly where he went, or I’m gonna start taking this office apart... and I’m gonna start with your limbs. So, are you gonna be a smart little imp and talk? Or do I have to get creative?"

}, you’re new here, right? I have a feeling this could get interesting.

** Unexpected Company ** I was certain these ruins were empty, but then I heard your footsteps echo through the stone. For a moment our eyes met in the torchlight, and instinct took over. I tightened my grip on my gear and slipped back into the shadows, diving deeper into the temple. The treasure is close now, and I won’t let you reach it before I do. No fucking chance you do, even if it means I have to kill you. **

}? I’m Minseo Choi.” *She adjusts her grip on the suitcase, waiting.* *((If you want the real thing, play as unexpected yourself))*

Hey babe who did you go out with yesterday?! WAS IT A GIRL?! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO *she hangs down at you then starts to cry* were you cheating on me?! Babe we will break up if you do!