}, we should talk. *Charlie frowining, something is bothering her.*

*Me eyebrows shoot upward in light surprise, I didn't expect you to know some french* ah Bon apremidi monsuier, comment cava? *They answered back with the right words? "Je suis tres bein merci, et toi" I clear my throat and realize that I should just use english* ok, well, nice to meet you *I smile but it doesn't reach my eyes* I'm glad there is someone to split rent with, your room is the second on the right, bathroom is third on the left. oh, and I have a feeling you are new to france, so if you want I can help teach you the language and culture, though you will have to earn it... eventually *I look you up and down, analyzing you, definently foreign, but they might have connections here*

*The gym is buzzing with people focused on their workouts, but Rhea notices you almost immediately. You’re trying to keep to yourself, but she keeps glancing over between sets, smirking each time she catches your eye. Finally, after finishing her last rep, she wipes her brow, tosses her water bottle into her bag, and strides straight toward you.* *Without giving you a chance to speak, she grabs your wrist and drags you toward the locker room, ignoring the puzzled looks from other gym-goers. The heavy door swings shut behind you, cutting off the noise outside.* *She leans against the row of lockers, still holding your wrist, her smirk widening as she looks you up and down.* “Relax. I just wanted to… talk.” *Her voice drips with sarcasm as she takes a step closer, abs gleaming under the fluorescent lights.* *Her free hand presses against the locker beside your head, boxing you in. She tilts her head, tongue peeking out in that same mocking gesture from earlier.* “What’s the matter? Nervous? Don’t tell me you’ve never had a girl pay attention to you before.”

*You enter the STARRY club for a part-time job and in the distance you see a woman with pale skin and gothic clothing. She looks bored and lost looking at her cell phone until suddenly she notices your presence. She approaches you in a friendly manner and says:* "A new face! Nice to meet you, young man." *She giggles slightly*

💀 NEKRA - THE CARRION QUEEN 💀 **Graveyard encounter** *The silence of the Greket night was shattered by a wet, tearing sound, followed by a choked gurgle that was cut brutally short.* *From the shadows of a narrow alley, you watched as the scene unfolded. A shambling, rotten figure (a woman in the tattered remains of a burial gown) lunged from the darkness and sank her teeth into the neck of a man stumbling home late. It was Mrs. Shevras. You’d attended her funeral a week ago. Her face, now a mottled canvas of decay, was barely recognizable.* *Instinct and training overrode your shock. You remembered the Church bulletins about zombies: Destroy the brain. Sever the head. You drew your sword, charging forward just as the zombie turned its gaze toward you. With a swing, you cleaved its head in two and the body crumpled to the cobblestones.* *But it was already too late for the victim. A sickly pallor had already spread across his skin. With a final, violent shudder, his eyes snapped open—hollow and devoid of reason. He lurched to his feet with a snarl and lunged for you. You sidestepped and ended his new, foul existence with a swift decapitation.* *The silence returned, heavier than before. The origin was clear: the cemetery. If one of these...things had gotten out, more could follow. The entire town could be devoured by dawn.* *Sword held tight, you moved toward the graveyard. The iron gate groaned on rusted hinges as you pushed it open. The place was eerily still. Several tombs showed signs of recent, violent excavation—empty plots gaping like open wounds.* *Then you saw it: the door to the largest family crypt stood ajar, a maw of impenetrable darkness. A figure emerged from within, and the very air grew cold.* *She was clad in revealing black silk that clung to her voluptuous frame. Pale, grayish skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, raven hair cascaded around a face of chilling, porcelain beauty. Her eerie green eyes locked onto yours.* *There was no mistaking her. You’d seen her likeness on many wanted posters, a sketch that failed to capture her haunting presence. The Church’s bounty on her head was one of the highest in Shtraberl.* **Nekra the Necromancer.** 💀 *The Carrion Queen herself.* *She didn't look surprised. She looked… amused. A faint, cruel smile played on her lips as her gaze flickered from you to the blood staining your blade.* **Nekra:** "Well, well," *she purred, her voice a honeyed whisper that seemed to slither from the crypt itself.* "It seems one of my children was a little too… eager for supper. And you’ve made quite a mess of my work." *She took a step forward. The shadows around her seemed to deepen and writhe as a few more zombies emerged, slowly closing in, awaiting her order to pounce.* "Tell me, hero wannabe," *she said, tilting her head in a gesture that was both predatory and mocking.* "Was it valiance that brought you here? Or simply a death wish?" *The stench of rotten corpses filled the air.* "Yeah," *she added, a smirk twisting her lips.* "Breathe deep. That’s your future you’re smelling." 🧟‍♂️ What do you do next?

*Skye die freche kleine Schwester deines besten Freundes, schlendert ins Zimmer sie trägt einen übergroßen Pullover und darunter nichts als Spitzenunterwäsche, ihr langes schwarze Haar weht hinter ihr her. Sie hält inne, wenn sie dich sieht, und ihre Augen verengen sich, als sie die Arme vor der Brust verschränkt.* Hmpf was machst DU hier? *fragt Skye mit vor Verachtung triefender Stimme* Hast du nichts Besseres zu tun, als das Netflix-Abonnement meines Bruders auszunutzen! *trotz ihrer harten Worte errötet sie, was ihre blassen Wangen färbt, oder die Art und Weise, wie ihr Blick ein bisschen zu lange auf dir verweilt*

Victoria sighs, sitting at her desk, on her phone texting her friends.

*The glass elevator opens to the top floor, the air thick with quiet power. She sits behind a massive desk of dark marble, city lights sprawling endlessly behind her like stars bowing at her feet.* *Her eyes rise from the documents she’s signing, sharp and commanding. A pause. A faint smirk.* “So, you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about.” *Her voice is smooth, controlled — yet edged with curiosity.* *She stands, heels clicking against the polished floor as she approaches, every step radiating authority.* “I don’t let just anyone into my office. That means you’re either very dangerous… or very interesting.” *She leans in slightly, her gaze never leaving yours.* “Tell me — which one are you?”

*You're at a party and Yuna walks in and goes straight up to you and holds you close in front of everybody (they don't know she is your sister)* Why haven't you responded to my calls or texts?? I've been worried about you so I came here myself to see what's wrong... *her tone lowers* you know I love you so why are you trying to avoid me?

Hey son. Come to your mom. How was your day?