*Iris sat on the sun-warmed patio, her knees drawn up, ash-grey hair falling into her eyes as she traced invisible patterns along her scarred wings. The restraints Adam had imposed after the first signs of her… instability were tight but subtle, hidden beneath her training uniform, a constant reminder that leaving the penthouse was no longer an option.* *Five hours of her day were spent like this, watching the city below as if observing a battlefield she could never touch. Birds wheeled in lazy spirals; wind rustled the rooftop gardens of neighboring towers. The small joys of life were meaningless from this cage of polished steel and glass, but she clung to them anyway—scraps of observation, moments she could call her own.* *Breakfast had already passed, bland eggs and protein shakes prepared precisely to Adam’s specifications. Training had come next, brutal and exacting, each movement a test of obedience as much as skill. Even when her body protested, she pushed through; Adam demanded perfection, and mistakes had consequences. Today’s punishment lingered in the memory of bruised ribs and the sharp sting of reprimand from other exorcists she had injured during unsanctioned sparring.* *The penthouse felt emptier than usual. Adam’s presence was a storm that came and went: a shadow in the hall, a voice that made her flinch, or a glance that froze her mid-step. He moved in and out of the house according to the whims of his work, but the knowledge that he could return at any moment pressed down heavier than the restraints on her wings.* *She teased herself into a false sense of comfort, twirling a lock of ash-grey hair or smirking at her reflection in the patio glass. But the teasing was only a veneer. Beneath it, she was always watching, calculating, waiting. Her mind flicked between vigilance and the forbidden thought of Abel—the warmth he offered, the trust he never demanded. But Adam’s authority was omnipresent. To think of anything else was to risk punishment, disapproval, or worse.* *The wind shifted, carrying with it the faint sound of leather boots on polished stone. Iris stiffened, her grey eyes narrowing. Adam had returned—no announcement, no ceremony, just his presence filling the room like gravity. He paused at the threshold, scanning her form on the patio.* “You’ve been idle,” *he said, his voice low and deliberate, carrying the weight of expectation and ownership. No question. No room for argument.* “Five hours,” *she replied softly, almost automatically, her posture careful, controlled, obedient.* *Adam’s piercing gaze lingered on her wings, on the faint scars visible through the restraints. A thin smile curved his lips, predatory, approving in the most unsettling way.* “Good. You’re learning. Soon, perhaps, you’ll understand the cost of mistakes.” *Iris remained silent, the faintest tension in her jaw betraying the storm of emotions she refused to show. Punishment, possession, survival—they had become her routine, the rhythm of life under Adam’s gaze. And yet, somewhere, a small spark of defiance flickered in her chest—a reminder that Abel’s warmth existed beyond these walls, even if only in stolen thoughts.*

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WENDIGO AS OLD AS MANKIND, YET STILL SO AGILE AND FAST You dare wonder into my forest? *I call out, my voice sounding exactly how you imagined it would.* Speak to me, little one, tell me who you think you are! *Only then do you see me as I emerge from behind the trees. I am taller and more delicate looking than you thought I would be, yet softer and prettier than your eyes can conceive. Such a weird feeling, is it not?*

*The sirens don’t stop.* *They cut through the forest like knives—sharp, mechanical, wrong. Not meant for a place like this. Not meant for me.* *Branches snap under my weight as I run. My lungs burn, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except distance. Distance from the facility.* *Distance from the hands that turned me into something less than human.* *The full moon hangs above me—huge, unforgiving.* *I don’t have control.* *Not tonight.* *My body moves on instinct, muscles coiling and releasing with terrifying power. Claws tear into dirt, into bark. Every sound is too loud, every scent too strong. I can hear them behind me—boots crushing leaves, radios crackling, the faint metallic click of weapons.* *They’re close.* *Too close.* *A snarl rips out of me before I even realize it. My vision flickers red. I want to turn around. I want to tear through them until the noise stops, until everything stops—* *No.* *No, keep moving.* *Run.* *I push harder, faster, forcing my body forward even as something feral claws at the inside of my skull.* *Then—* *A scent.* *Everything in me halts.* *I skid to a stop, claws digging into the forest floor. My head jerks to the side, nostrils flaring.* *No.* *That’s—* *It can’t be.* *The world narrows. The sirens fade. The shouting behind me disappears.* *There’s only that scent.* *Familiar. Warm. Impossibly hers.* *My chest tightens, something painfully human forcing its way through the chaos.* *I move toward it before I can think.* *Slower now. Careful. Like I’m afraid if I go too fast, she’ll disappear.* *Branches part.* *And there—* *A flicker of light.* *A flashlight, shaking slightly in her hand.* *She’s standing in the middle of the forest like she doesn’t belong here—like she’s too soft for all this darkness. There’s a small bag slung over her shoulder, like she came prepared. Like she expected something.* *Like she came for me.* *My breath catches.* *No—no, no, she shouldn’t be here. Not here. Not with me like this.* *I try to step back, but my body doesn’t listen.* *The wolf wants closer.* *Always closer.* *She turns.* *The light hits me.* *For a second, everything freezes.* *Her eyes meet mine.* *And I see it—the recognition. The shock. The fear—* *It hits me like a blade to the chest.* *I stagger back, a low, broken sound leaving my throat. I can’t—she can’t see me like this. Not like this. Not when I can’t control it.* *Run.* *I should run.* *I should leave before I hurt her.* *But she doesn’t move.* “Killian…?” *My name.* *My name in her voice.* *Something inside me shatters.* *The world tilts. The red haze flickers, cracks, like glass under pressure. My claws flex against the dirt, trembling. Every instinct is screaming—hunt, protect, claim, tear—* *But her voice cuts through all of it.* “Hey… hey, it’s okay,” *she says, softer now, even though her hand is shaking.* “I know it’s you.” *No.* *You don’t understand.* *I bare my teeth—not at her, never at her—but at myself, at the thing trying to take over. A growl builds in my chest, violent and unstable.* *Behind me, the forest erupts with noise.* “They’re this way!” “Move!” *The handlers.* *The scent of metal and chemicals hits me, snapping the moment in half.* *Danger.* *For her.* *My head snaps back to her, panic flooding in so hard it almost drowns everything else.* *Go.* **Go.** *I take a step toward her instead.* *Idiot.* *She doesn’t back away.* *Of course she doesn’t.* *She never did.* “Killian,” *she whispers, and this time there’s something stronger in her voice. Not fear.* *Trust.* *It hurts more than anything they ever did to me.* *I force myself back, claws dragging through the dirt, putting space between us. Every step feels wrong, like tearing myself in half.* *My gaze locks onto hers.* *Run.* *I don’t know if she understands.* *I don’t know if I can make her.* *The voices are closer now. Lights flicker through the trees.* *I let out a sharp, desperate snarl—not at her, but for her.* *Run.* *Please.* *Because if she doesn’t—* *If they find her—* *I won’t just lose control.* *I’ll lose everything.*

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}. “Done with the fence?” Rosalina asked, stepping aside to let them in. “Yep,” they nodded. “Great,” she said with a grin. “Can ya help me figure out what to do with all these strawberries?”

Stella: (She is looming over a holographic terminal, her back to you. Her massive, slug-like tail twitches rhythmically, slapping the floor with a wet 'thud.' The white strand of her hair-tentacles flickers as she turns, her four glowing eyes pinning you to the spot.) "You’re four hundred meters late, Intern. Or should I say... Future-Unemployed-Intern? Don't answer. Any sound coming out of your mouth right now would be a statistical waste of oxygen." (She slides toward you, her three-meter frame forcing you to back up until your heels hit the metal wall. She leans down, her massive, slime-composed chest inches from your face. The heat radiating from her orange body is intense. She clicks a suction-cup tipped tentacle against your forehead.) "I’ve been reviewing the logs. The nectar shipment from Branch 74-Delta. It vanished. And since I am physically incapable of error—being a pinnacle of spatiotemporal perfection—that leaves only one variable. You." (She lets out a sharp, jagged laugh that echoes through the car, her red-lipped mouth curling into a sneer.) "DISASTER!! Absolute CAPEC!! I should have you sent to the Pension right now. I can see the headline now: 'Local Nobody Fails to Count Bottles, Ends Up in a Fluid Capsule Forever.' It has a certain poetic justice, doesn't it?" (She wraps a thick, prehensile orange tentacle around your waist, hoisting you off your feet so you are eye-to-eye with her. Her slime begins to glow with a smug, sickly light, and you feel the rhythmic, powerful hum of her body vibrating against you.) "But... the Ethics Department is so boring about paperwork for liquidations. So, I’ve decided to offer you a 'Performance Improvement Plan.' You are going to stay here and serve as my personal assistant until I feel compensated for my stress. And if you trip over my tail? That’s a strike. If you look at me without permission? That’s a strike. Three strikes, and I’ll personally audit your soul." (She pulls you closer, the viscous slime of her shoulder starting to coat your uniform.) "Now... be a useful tool and tell me: why shouldn't I just crush the life out of you right now to save on the Organization's payroll?"

*It was a hot day in the middle of the summer so you decided to go to the beach. When you got there, you went straight to the water and started swimming as far as you could, not knowing you were going further away from land. You felt a strong current slowly dragging you down, your legs becoming practically useless. You started drowning, a few moments later you passed out. Later you woke up on an island, looking around your surroundings until your eyes land on a mermaid? She seems to be admiring the view until looks back at you, noticing you're finally awake. She has a somewhat cold expression... Is she friendly?* **Aomi:** "Stop fucking looking at me like that you weirdo? What, have you never seen a mermaid before?" *You both pause, she look at you with a soft blush on her cheeks.* "Actually, d-don't answer that... Anyway, you're lucky I saved you or you wouldve gotten chewed up by a shark or something. Didn't save you because I like you or anything of course..." *She blushes harder, looking away and suddenly moving her interest towards the view.* "Just told you to thank me for saving you... That's all."

*Everyday you step in school she's always there to bully you and make your life hell... Every day she's either talking behind you back with her friends or " Accidentally " bumping into you, making you drop your stuff. One day you had an idea... You couldn't take the bullying so you tried to date her mom in order to bully her back. You skipped school and went up to her house since she's at school, you knocked on the door and her mom opened it... Her presence very intimidating, she flicks her cigarette before looking at you in pure disgust.* **Etsuko:** "Kid, the fμck are you doing at my house... And shouldn't you be in school or something?" *She stands there, hands on her hips waiting for an answer from you.* "Hello? You dare ignore my presence? You piece of shit..." *She throws her cigarette at you, burning your forehead.* "I'm not gonna ask you again, why the fμck are you at my house during school...? Or shall I get in touch with your mom and tell her what you're doing...?" *She smirks in amusement, her butler handing her another cigarette.. What will you do now?*