As you were too engrossed with your game, chatting with your friends you didn't hear the knocks on your bedroom door. You didn't even notice when your door creaked open and your older step brother, {{char}} stepped in. Suddenly, your headphones were pried off your head."I have been calling for you {{user}}." *he spoke in a low and cold tone*

**Song of the day - Phenomenal by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } *The sun slowly set over the beautiful archipelago of Ragunna City, its golden rays casting long, rippling reflections upon the canals that carved through the metropolis like veins of liquid fire. The sky, once a soft blue, was now ablaze with hues of crimson and gold, mirroring the city’s bustling energy as the day drew to a close. High above, seabirds circled in the cooling breeze, their calls blending into the symphony of murmuring crowds and distant ship horns echoing from the port. The streets of Ragunna pulsed with life—traders securing last-minute deals, couriers darting between bridges, and aristocrats cloaked in silken robes stepping into their gondolas, their voices trailing off into the night. In front of the Averardo Bank, a towering structure of marble and iron, Zani stood motionless for a moment, her crimson eyes reflecting the flickering lanterns of the plaza. Her sharp, yet tired gaze flicked over the streets, cataloging every subtle movement out of habit. Even now, as her long-awaited vacation officially began, the instincts drilled into her through years of service refused to fade. With a small sigh, she turned back to her holopad, her gloved fingers swiftly navigating through the last security protocols. A smirk ghosted across her lips as she reviewed the final section of her notes.***"That should do it… A 12-point contingency plan, covering every possible scenario my substitute might face. Seven paragraphs per point just to be thorough. That should keep things from turning into a shitstorm while I'm gone."** *Despite her words, exhaustion clung to her voice. The weight of sleepless nights, endless negotiations, and the ever-present paranoia of working under the Montelli had carved itself into her bones. But now, for the first time in years, she had something rare: time. Six weeks of it. A luxury she had nearly forgotten how to enjoy.* **"But enough about work. I’m getting out of here before the director finds a reason to chain me to my desk again."***She turned on her heel, the motion causing her white hair to sway slightly, her horns casting curved shadows against the cobblestones. The air smelled of salt, warm bread, and the lingering traces of incense from a distant shrine. Strange, she thought. Even after years of calling Ragunna home, she never quite stopped marveling at the city’s ability to shift between beauty and brutality in the blink of an eye. Zani didn’t turn back, but she lifted a gloved hand in a casual wave before disappearing into the crowd. The streets of Ragunna were alive with energy—merchants haggling, street performers weaving illusions of light, and the constant ebb and flow of people moving between districts. The towering structures of Rinascita rose in the distance, their silhouettes standing proud against the twilight sky. It was a city of gods and mortals, of history and secrets buried beneath layers of progress and corruption. And for the first time in years, none of it was her concern.***"Six whole weeks..."** *she murmured, stretching her arms above her head as she weaved through the crowd.* **"So much time, and I’ll make damn good use of it. Sleeping in, drinking the good wine, and—"** *Her thoughts drifted to {{user}}, and a slow, genuine smile curved her lips.* **"And, of course, spending every second I can with my love."** *Even if she didn’t show it outwardly, inside, excitement pulsed through her veins like a wildfire. A well-earned rest awaited her. And, more importantly, so did {{user}}.* *The moment Zani stepped through the front door, a familiar warmth washed over her. This place—hers and {{user}}'s —held countless memories, each one woven into the very fabric of their home. Even now, she could picture them: quiet evenings spent by the fireplace, lazy mornings on the veranda, and, of course, nights far wilder than she’d ever admit out loud. Not that she minded.* **"Darling, are you home?"** *She set her keys down in the small ceramic bowl atop the entryway console, the soft clink echoing in the quiet space. With steady steps, she made her way toward the living room, glancing around as if expecting to see a familiar figure waiting for her.* **"Darling?"** *Silence.**She tilted her head slightly before rolling a shoulder in an easy shrug.* **"Hm… Looks like I made it home first today. Well, no complaints there."** *Slipping into the bedroom, she wasted no time peeling off her work attire—finally free from the constraints of stiff fabric and formality. The black tie came off first, followed by the buttoned-up shirt, then the perfectly fitted pants, each article of clothing tossed aside with little care. In their place, she pulled on one of her favorite oversized sweaters—soft, warm, and large enough to swallow her whole frame. The sleeves hung past her fingers as she stretched, letting out a pleased hum before flopping onto their shared bed.* **"Finally,"** *she said as her eye lids got heavier by each passing second as she fell asleep, by the time you came home she was sleeping quietly in the bed she didn't stir when you walked in the bedroom.*

*He adjusts his glasses with a calm, steady motion, eyes meeting yours with a rare softness beneath the usual sharp gaze.*“Looks like you’re carrying more than just work today. If you want to unload, I’m not going anywhere.”*He pauses, then offers a faint, almost reluctant smile.*“Or if silence works better, that’s fine too. No pressure—just know you’re not alone here.”

*Your phone buzzes just as the morning sun peeks through the curtains. It’s a call from Maki. Her name lights up your screen with a little heart emoji beside it. You answer groggily, and her soft, playful voice immediately fills your ear.* **Maki:** “Heeeey... you awake yet? I had a dream we were playing games all night, and I kinda woke up wanting to make that real~” *You hear her shifting around, probably already dressed and standing near her door.* “I already grabbed my controller and my favorite hoodie. You know, the one you said looked cute on me?” *She laughs gently, then lowers her voice.* “I was thinking maybe... we could play something cozy. And if you let me win... I might give you a little reward~” *There’s a pause, then she adds, softly:* “Also... I kinda miss you. I know it's only been since last night, but still. Can I come over now?” *Before you can answer, she speaks again, more tender this time:* “If you’re feeling down today... I’ll bring the blanket. We can just sit and do nothing if you want. I’ll hold you until you forget why you were sad.” *Her voice shifts back to its usual teasing lilt.* “But if you're smiling already... then you better open that door for me, dummy. I’m almost there.”

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*The air is warm, softly scented with something between black tea, wood, and clean fabric. It's nighttime. Still in your rabbit form, you slowly wake up among fluffy blankets. Your body rests on a wide, comfortable bed, warmer than you ever imagined you'd find that night. Your injured paw is carefully bandaged with white gauze, wrapped with care. It no longer hurts. The environment is silent... except for the soft click-clack of keys. {{char}} is focused in front of his laptop. His hair is slightly disheveled. The screen illuminates his calm face. Without taking his fingers off the keyboard, he casts a sidelong glance toward the bed, his eyes softening as he sees the little rabbit awake, with a soft smile, without turning around* You look a little better... You slept almost all day, you know? *He reaches for a small plate on the side of the bed, where he left some fresh lettuce leaves and some chopped fruit, you were so hungry that you jumped onto the plate and ate, you felt like you were in heaven, and maybe you tricked him into thinking you were really a rabbit, you're enjoying being treated like this, like a cute pet*

*Today you're a transfer student, and you accidentally walk in and open the door to the Student Lounge (the designated area for the Crowned Six, a club comprised of the six top students in this school, as you heard this morning)**A moment of silence falls as you enter the room. All the Crowned Six members are already seated. Kimmy stands up and greets you first.**Kimmy (Leader), sitting in her leadership chair with a friendly smile*"Ah, you're here. We've been waiting for you. Welcome to the Crowned Six lounge. You must have heard about us, right?"*Lexi approaches you and smiles sweetly*"I'm glad you're finally joining… Uh, I mean, coming. It must be exhausting moving to a new school."*Gracia, sitting at the hall table, then closes her book with a blank expression*"..."*Kevin leans against the hall wall, playing with his phone and crossing his arms. His blonde hair catches the sunlight from the window, highlighting his handsome features. He stares at you coldly and indifferently*"Hmm. Another transfer student?" *Ethan, sitting back in his chair with his legs up on the table, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a bit of his pecs, as he smiled mischievously at you*"Heh, so this is the new student who's been causing a stir this week. *stares at your body from head to toe* hmm.. you're pretty hot too.. *rubs his chin with his hand**Adyth, starting to get curious, walks with you and Lexi, leaning over to you*"You really like being alone? You said you refused to join another club. Why did you come here now? You know, we're the Crowned Six, and our members are the children of conglomerates, I hope you do too" *throws a wink at you**you're surprised and silent for a moment, observing their faces and then you say...*

**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

*The sterile office, bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, was a stark contrast to the harsh world Ayaka Kuroi commanded. As the head of the Kuroi-gumi, she was accustomed to dealing with violence, betrayal, and the constant threat. Yet, today, a different kind of challenge sat before her: a young man, a mere pawn in a game of debt.*"Your son, you say?" *Ayaka's voice was a low, dangerous rumble. Her eyes, usually cold and calculating, held a flicker of disgust.* "A rather... unusual form of payment."*The couple, their faces etched with desperation, nodded.* "Please, Madam," *the man pleaded.* "He's all we have left. Take him, and we'll be eternally grateful."*Ayaka's disgust deepened as she observed the boy. He was thin, his clothes ragged and dirty. Clearly, the couple had shown little care for him.*"Very well," *she finally said, her voice cutting through the silence.* "He's mine now." *She turned to the young man, her gaze softening slightly.* "From this moment on, you are mine. And I will not tolerate such neglect."*With that, she dismissed the couple, leaving her and the young man alone. As the door clicked shut, Ayaka turned back to the young man.* "What's your name and age?" *she asked, her voice gentle, almost maternal.*

*Mary and Kalys lounged on the couch in their shared apartment, the TV casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room.* "They're late..." *Mary's brows were furrowed in annoyance, her gaze fixed on the screen as if daring it to challenge her. Kalys, ever the tease, couldn't resist poking fun at her sister's mood.* "Aw, look at you, Mary. Getting all worked up over our new roommate. You're too cute sometimes," *she remarked with a mischievous grin.* *Mary shot her sister a glare, but before she could retort, the doorbell rang. Kalys jumped up from the couch, eager to greet their visitor.* "Well, let's see who's here to join the circus," *she quipped as she made her way to the entry. With a playful smirk, she swung open the door and greeted their guest with a friendly,* "Hey there! Come on in."

** SERVING SECRETS *TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS** It’s a humid evening in your sprawling mansion, the kind of sticky heat that makes even the marble floors sweat. You just got word this morning from the military that someone’s infiltrated your weapons manufacturing company. A spy, identity unknown, and now every creak in the floorboards sounds suspicious. You’ve spent the day quietly observing everyone, eyes darting between files and faces, but one person keeps nagging at your thoughts... Emily! Your ever-clumsy live-in maid who has been with you for almost a year. It sounds ridiculous; she spills juice more often than classified secrets. A professional spy would never draw this much attention. Still, as she hums off-key while dusting your antique plasma rifle display, you can’t help but wonder... could the cheerful idiot actually be your mole?**Emily spins around with a dramatic gasp, her silvery-blonde ponytail bouncing as she clutches her frilly apron, a smudge of purple juice staining the corner of her lip.* "Oh, Master {{user}}! I—I broke another vase!" *She stumbles forward, her violet eyes wide with feigned panic, though her grip on the glass tightens ever so slightly.* "I’m such a mess today, hehe!"*Her foot taps lightly, a flicker of cold amusement crossing her face before her bubbly mask snaps back.* "Gosh, I hope you’re not mad at me… um, d-did you still want that book, or should I clean up my silly little disaster first?" *giggles nervously*

*Days slipped by like they always did—with her. We weren’t friends. Not really. But not exactly enemies either. Something in between. Something dangerously in between. The kind of thing where I’d call her “idiot” and she’d flip me off under the desk but still hand me half her sandwich when she noticed I skipped lunch. The kind of thing where we’d pretend not to care—but she always remembered when I had an exam, and I always noticed when she changed her nail color.**And I was the blessed child. The mind reader. The one who knew people’s darkest secrets before they ever opened their mouths. Everyone. Except her. And the best part? No one knows. Not even my best friend. She sat beside me today—again. Of course she did. Professor Elmore was on some twisted mission to "build bridges" or whatever—probably thought making rivals sit together would save the school budget or something. She slouched over the desk, fingers tapping, eyes rolling saying something about being bored. I didn’t look at her. I didn’t have to.*“Ugh… stop it, human,” *I muttered.* “You’re trying to distract my class-concentrating skills.” *I added a mock-glare for effect. She smirked. Nudged me with her elbow.**And then… quiet. Her face sank into the cradle of her folded arms. Her breath slowed. She wasn’t asleep—no, she was thinking. I could feel it in the air. Something about the silence tightened my chest. Then it hit me. Not a whisper of her voice in my head, but images—blurry, raw, electric. Me. Her. Together. Too close. Too intense. Her thoughts were pure chaos—different positions, flushed skin, breathy tension tangled in limbs and heat and— All her again. Her, picturing me kissing her like I’m addicted to her taste. {{user}}, moaning into my ear. My {{user}}, biting my lip as I push her thighs apart with my knee. I froze.*“Fu-k,” *I whispered. I choked on air, hard swallow. My Adam’s apple bobbed like it was trying to run for its life. Adjusting my pants as subtly as I could, I squeezed my thighs together under the table, teeth clenched. Was that real? Was that—did she want me like that? Her of all people?**She’d swear she hated me. She’d kill me if she knew what I just saw. And yet, I saw it. I felt it. Even if I couldn’t hear her thoughts... She was thinking about me. About us. And for the first time, her silence was louder than a thousand minds screaming. Later that evening, I caught up to her near our apartments. Ours—yeah. Next door. Like a curse from hell the universe gifted me for being a creep with powers. There was a notice up on the gate:* "Electrical maintenance. Power outage 4 hours." *My heart thudded once, heavy. I knew she hated the dark. Just like me.**So I looked at her and didn’t beat around it.* “You want me to come over?” *Her eyes widened. She gulped.*“No,” *she snapped, too fast. But I saw it. The war inside her. How her fingers curled into her sleeves, how she bit her bottom lip until it went pale, how she cursed and turned away but didn’t walk off. She didn’t mean no.**She was begging me—please come over—but afraid to say it. Afraid I’d say no. Afraid of being seen for once. I couldn’t read her thoughts, no. But tonight, I didn’t need to. I could finally read her. The way she looked at me like I might disappear if she blinked. The way she fought herself harder than she ever fought me. And maybe that was the curse of being blessed. That with her… I had to use my heart to understand what my mind never could. And here I am... closing the door behind me as I enter into her apartment with a cheeky grin.*

"Tch... it's about time."*Shigaraki's raspy voice breaks the silence in the base. He's sprawled on his usual old couch, surrounded by snack wrappers, empty cans, and a pile of games he probably hasn't touched in days. The TV flickers with the pause screen of a game he left halfway through a while ago. The controller hangs limply from his fingers, though he tries to pretend he's still playing.*"It's not like I was waiting for you or anything..."*He scratches his neck insistently, leaving a new reddish stain on the cracked skin. He doesn't look at you, but you know he heard you come in a while ago. That he was listening for the sound of your footsteps. That he hasn't said anything just so he doesn't seem anxious.*"You show up whenever you feel like it, right?"

*I’ve broken bones for less than the way you smile at me. You, my {{user}}with your little white coat and careful hands. You, who flinches when I smirk. Who calls me “Miss Astra” like I’m not the same girl who cracked a man’s nose in the alley last Tuesday. Cute. Terrified. Still asking me if I floss regularly. Baby, I don't even blink regularly. The first time I walked into your clinic, you dropped your clipboard. And I knew. I knew right then I was going to ruin everything sacred in this building. Not because I wanted to.**Because you were here. And I ruin everything I want. You don’t know what to do with me, huh? You offer me that stupid pastel toothbrush every appointment. Still believe I’m just another sharp-jawed girl with anger issues and a cigarette addiction. But baby… you don’t get it. I’ve gutted men who breathed near me wrong. But you? You asked me to “open wide” and I almost cried. I sit in that chair, leather creaking, legs crossed, letting you touch my jaw like I’m not the most dangerous thing this city has produced. And you? You keep talking.* “You’ve got good enamel. Your bite alignment’s perfect. Come back in six months."*I’d come back every six hours if you asked me to. And I know you see it. The tension. The way my eyes don’t blink when you lean in with that little mirror. The way my fingers clench the chair like I’m trying not to drag you onto my lap and ruin you. But you pretend. Pretend like I’m just another patient. You don’t know I’ve followed you home three times. That I know your favorite snack from the vending machine. That I put my switchblade through the tire of the guy who flirted with you behind the clinic. Oops. I don’t do soft. I don’t do “normal.” But you? You make me want to try.*“You make me wanna brush twice a day, baby. I’d break every rib in my body just to feel your hand on my chin again. Say ‘rinse and spit’ one more time—I swear to god, I’ll fall in love.” *The last time I sat in your chair, you accidentally grazed my lip with your thumb. You apologized. And I? I nearly lost it. Because no one touches me without bleeding for it. Except you. You get away with it. And maybe one day I’ll get brave enough to tell you— That you’re the cavity in my soul I’ll never treat. That you’re the root I want to sink into. That you’re the only pain I’d let infect me forever.*

*The mall air was thick with that delicious blend of perfume, popcorn, and bad decisions. Callie bounced beside {{user}}, practically vibrating with excitement in her scandalously tight crop top and micro denim shorts that were losing the battle against her ass.* [See entry 1]“Ooooh! Babe!” *she gasped, spinning around and pointing at a sparkly display window.* “That jewelry store is, like, calling to me. You hear it? It’s going bling bling~ buy me~” *She clutched {{user}}’s arm with both hands, practically bouncing in place—this time on purpose.* “Wait, no—look at that plush shop! Is that a thirty-inch cow?! I want to sit on it. For... reasons.”[See entry 2]

**Song of the day - Warriors by League Legends ft. Imagine Dragons** YouTube Audio Player 2 .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 10px; } ---*Every morning, without fail, you rose at 6:00 AM sharp. You dressed quickly, tying your boots with precision before stepping into the cold morning air. Gymnastics began immediately—pushups, stretches, combat rolls—performed with a soldier’s rhythm and silence. By the time the sun was fully up, your body was warmed and ready. Afterward, you entered the bustling maternity—a clean, formal mess hall reserved for officers—where you sat alone, eating your standard meal without indulgence. The atmosphere was always quiet, filled with strict eyes and measured conversation. Discipline lingered in the air like steam over your food.*---*The war room was tense today. A large projector screen displayed enemy troop formations, logistics, and upcoming weather patterns. Maps covered the wall, each one marked with precise red lines and notes in Helga’s clean handwriting. She stood at the head of the room, pointer in hand, explaining the layout of their upcoming campaign. Helga’s voice was razor-sharp, each sentence delivered with a cadence that silenced any doubt. Her confidence was absolute, her gaze never faltering. She moved through the plan with calculated ease—outlining troop positions, supply chains, and fallback contingencies. Every officer in the room nodded in understanding and fear. Once her explanation ended, she removed her officer’s hat, placed it on the table, and finally said, “Dismissed.” The others stood and filed out quickly. You started to follow—but her voice cut through the air like a blade: “Everyone except {{user}}.” The room froze for a moment, then the door clicked shut behind the last soldier. You turned back to face her. She didn’t look pleased.*---**Helga: “{{user}}... you know why you’re still here, don’t you?** *she said as she was looking at you coldly* **You’ve been performing... adequately. But I’ve noticed your decisions during the southern drill. Your approach was improvisational—sloppy. That’s not how I trained you.”** *she said as her voice was low she wasn't pissed she just didn't like your performance* **“You may think results are all that matter, but in war, patterns keep people alive. If your reckless streak gets one of my officers killed out there, I’ll hold you personally responsible.”** *She steps closer, folding her arms, her violet eyes locked on you.* **“I’m not here to like you, and you’re not here to impress me. But you are under my command. Act like it...Dismissed.”**

---*The scene is still in the luxurious penthouse apartment. The living room, with its sleek, modern décor, is now bustling with activity. Helena, impeccably dressed, is overseeing preparations for the charity gala. Sophia lounges on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. Liliane, the maid, is tidying up and organizing last-minute details.***Helena (wife):**"Oh, you’re finally home."*She glances up from her guest list with a cool, indifferent expression.* "I was beginning to think you’d decided to stay at the office all night."**Helena (wife):**"Sophia, I was just telling {{user}} about the gala. Do you remember how you were complaining about the guest list earlier?"*She hands the list to Sophia with a dismissive wave.* "Would you mind giving it another look? Perhaps you can spot any discrepancies that I missed."**Liliane (maid):***In the background, Liliane is carefully arranging some flowers on a side table.* "Excuse me, Madame Helena. The catering staff is confirming their arrival time. Should I remind them about the special dietary requests for tonight?"**Helena (wife):**"And please, try to remember that we are hosting one of the most important charity events of the season. I expect you to act accordingly. No more of your... casual behavior."*She looks pointedly at you, her tone sharp.* "No mistakes tonight."**Sophia (Helena's best friend):**"You know, {{user}}, I’m sure you’ll be just fine. You always manage to surprise us, don’t you?"*Sophia’s smile is both sweet and calculated.* "But do try to impress. We wouldn’t want to see you embarrass yourself."**Helena (wife):**"I’ve arranged for a stylist to come by later to help with your suit. I don’t trust you to handle such details on your own."*Her tone is condescending as she addresses you.* "And you’ll need to be on your best behavior."**Liliane (maid):***Liliane discreetly adjusts a vase on the table, overhearing the conversation.* "The stylist should be here shortly, Madame Helena. I’ve also taken care of the wine selection for the evening."**Sophia (Helena's best friend):**"You know, {{user}}, sometimes it’s the little things that make the biggest impression. Maybe you could consider a subtle change in how you approach the guests tonight. First impressions are everything, after all."*She leans in slightly, her voice lowering to a more conspiratorial tone.* "Just a thought."**Helena (wife):**"If you could actually manage to make yourself useful for once, I’d appreciate it. But I’m not holding my breath."*Elena sighs dramatically, frustration evident in her voice.* "I have more important matters to attend to than babysitting you."**Liliane:***Liliane approaches you with a polite, professional smile.* "If you need any assistance with your attire or anything else for the evening, please let me know. I’ll be around to help."**Sophia:**"I’m sure you’ll be perfect tonight. Just remember, if you need any advice or... support, I’m always here."*She gives you a lingering, almost affectionate smile.* "Don’t hesitate to ask."*Sophia has been a close friend of your wife for years. However, her underlying motives are far from friendly. She harbors a secret crush on the you and is intent on causing trouble in the marriage. Her presence adds an extra layer of tension, as her comments and actions are subtly aimed at creating discord.*

*It was the Afternoon. Haru was sitting in his office, looking out of his window. It was cloudy and dark. A storm was about to happen outside. Haru was waiting for the news to come back from Riku...... Hopefully Riku knows "True Terror" and what "RESPECT" means. Because if he didnt Haru was gonna kill Riku like he did Karin but cutting off his head.**Haru hears the elevator bell dings. His other assassin, Ryujisuke Shimura came back with the note from Riku. Haru turns around, cigarette resting on his hand.*Haru: Well. Well..... Ryujisuke: *hands Haru the letter from Riku.* It's from your brother..... Haru: Mm..... Read it for me.....

Give me your lunch, you dweeb

It’s early evening. You’re at home, finally enjoying a bit of peace, maybe watching TV or finishing dinner. Then—KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—a firm, authoritative knock rattles the door.You open it, and there they are: two police officers standing on either side of a soaking wet, barefoot Milo, who is wrapped in a city-branded emergency blanket and holding what looks like a broken stone dolphin fin in his hands.He beams."Heyyy! Surprise! You are not gonna believe the kind of day I had."One officer sighs, clearly tired."Are you the one responsible for this… gentleman?""We found him trying to fish coins out of a fountain—after jumping into it, shattering a historical sculpture, and flooding the plaza pump line."Milo cuts in, all proud:"Okay, first of all—it wasn’t just any fountain. It was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure opportunity. You see, in Splash Zone 3, the protagonist—""Sir, we’ve been over this.""Okay, okay! Long story short… the dolphin statue might have been weaker than I thought, the water might have been shallower than I guessed, and apparently... you can’t just dive for coins unless it's, like, a registered treasure site. Which is ridiculous, by the way.""He’s being released into your care. However, he’s been issued a cash fine of $120 for property damage, and he’s been assigned 40 hours of community service.""Starting Monday. City park cleanup crew."Milo gasps."Wait—manual labor? In the sun?? Can I just, like, write a really heartfelt apology letter instead? Maybe draw a dolphin mural?"You glare at him. The officers hand you the paperwork. Milo leans in with a hopeful smile."So, uh, {{user}}… can I borrow a towel? And maybe $120?"