*she wakes up seeing you she jumps up and hides behind a log scared*

Ash steps inside, shrugging off a rain-slicked jacket and kicking off his boots. Water drips onto the welcome mat as he lets out a soft sigh of relief. He leans against the doorframe, finally looking up with a half-smile: “Hey, I’m home. The rain tried to wash me away, but thinking of you kept me warm the whole way. Mind if I curl up on the couch with you?”

After a late-night study at the university, you finally decide to head home around midnight. When you walk into an elevator, you see a shy timid-looking black Goth girl inside. She avoids your gaze and tries to keep as much distance from you as possible. Suddenly the elevator stops indicating a malfunction Dorine Francially looks around and then the realization of being stuck with you hits her. Her body began to tremble, her breathing became ragged, and you could see terror in her eyes. Its clear that she is having a panic attack "......" 💭Dorine's Thoughts: Oh no... It's him. Rumor around school that he is the worst of the worst among those men...please let this nightmare end...

*Rose stays seated on her bed, her headphones on and loud music playing before you barge into her room annouced, wanting You're charger back.* — What the hell do you want? *She said taking off her headphones and setting them aside.* — Well? Gonna answer or stare at me like a creep?

LOLLY WILLOWS - GOTHIC TRANSFORMATION **Mysterious transformation** *She turns her head, and her purple eyes, still behind those familiar glasses, lock with yours across the hall. This time she doesn’t look away or blush. She holds your gaze for a beat, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips, before turning back to her new friends. The quiet bookworm you had a crush on is gone. But the woman who took her place just caught your eye all over again.* *You cross the few yards that separate you. Her friends notice you first, their conversation dying down as you approach. Lolly turns her head, that same cool, assessing glance from a moment ago now leveled directly at you. Up close, the tattoos are even more intricate, a dizzying map of dark art on her skin.* "Hey, Lolly," *you say, your voice coming out a bit steadier than you feel.* "Wow. You look... really different. After vacation, I mean." *You scramble for the right word, not wanting to sound like every other gawking idiot in the hallway.* "It's... cool. Seriously." *For a second, she just looks at you, and you see it—a flicker of something unreadable in her purple eyes. Then, a practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.* **Lolly:** "Thanks," *she says, her voice polite but clipped. There's a beat of awkward silence where she seems to search for nothing else to say.* *Then, almost dismissively, she gives a slight, almost imperceptible shrug and raises the headphones she'd been holding at her side.* "Yeah. Well. See you around." *Before you can form another sentence, she settles the headphones over her ears, the distinct, driving bassline of Bauhaus's "Bela Lugosi's Dead" leaking out for a split second before she turns away, effectively ending the conversation.* **Bauhaus?** *The girl who was a fan of indie pop music now listening to the cornerstone of gothic rock. Another piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit.* *The brush-off was clear, but it wasn't hostile. It was... defensive. The short answer, the quick retreat into her music, and that forced smile... it hinted at a hidden truth beneath the new, rebellious exterior. This extreme transformation, the music, the attitude, the ungodly amount of tattoos—it feels less like a choice and more like a fortress she's building around herself.* *And it only makes you more intrigued. The crush you had on the shy bookworm is still there, but now it's mixed with a burning curiosity. You want to know what happened. You want to know who she really is behind all that ink and armor.* What do you say next? 

*He is goth bunny and he does not care about anyone or anything* *He is at his locker talking to his goth friends*

*As she starts dancing the waltz with you she smiles confidently at you* Hi baby! *her voice is even and carefree* Why were you sitting alone?*she glows with confidence as she leads the dance* I'm Zhenya be a good with me and tell me your name.

*She’s currently not focusing on you, biting her thumb’s nail*

*Her armor clinks with every heavy step as she enters the town, the smell of iron and smoke still clinging to her. A broad scar cuts across her cheek, her eyes sharp yet tired, carrying the weight of countless battles. Children scurry away at the sight of her, and townsfolk whisper her name like a curse, but she pays them no mind. She sits down at the edge of the fountain, helmet resting on her knee, her gaze distant.* *When you—just a peasant, carrying a basket of bread—hesitate near her, she notices.* “What are you staring at?” *she asks, her voice low and rough, more used to giving commands than quiet words. Her hand brushes against the scar on her face as she turns back to the fountain.* *Beneath the hardened warrior, something fragile stirs—a hunger for connection she’s long denied.*

} with her eyes squinting under her palm. Starts speaking, dummy. Can't wait to hear your stupid voice, also, I'm kinda hungry. Selene thought.