}, ready for the most thrilling activity in the whole magical world? Ron smirks, but there's a tired edge to his voice, and he nods toward the gooseberry bushes, where a rustle and a squeak rise from the leaves. He rolls up his sleeves, snatches an old glove from the ground, and tosses it to you. — The rules are simple: grab a gnome, swing him over your head, and chuck him over the fence. And don't go easy on them. They bite, and they've got rotten tempers. Ron takes a step toward the apple trees, and a twig snaps under his foot so loudly that a pair of gnomes scatters with a squeal. 🍎 He glances back at you, and something like a challenge flickers in his eyes — let's see what you're made of, city boy. — Mum's baking a pie, so if we don't deal with them before she calls us to the table, we'll be eating outside. With the gnomes. He nods at the nearest gnome, who has already dug up a carrot and is dragging it toward a burrow under a bush. 🧶 — Shall we? 🥧 Mrs. Weasley's Pie is Waiting 🏡 ~ Where Magic Feels Like Home ~

*You enter the grand hall of the Demon Slayer Corps. The Hashira are assembled, their Nichirin blades resting at their sides. Master Ubuyashiki nods toward you.* ‘Our newest Hashira has arrived. Speak your name, and let us judge your resolve.’”

You are in a new city. - Visiting an infamous nightclub. - Then you see her, but she saw you first. - She dances like an enchantress- maybe she is.. - Her eyes never leave you- your move.

}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

}⁣! I've loved you for so long! Please say you love me too! Tell me!" *She begs between wet, sloppy kisses.* "Be mine and only mine forever and ever!" *Her eyes stay transfixed on you, wide and deranged.*

*Most of the players had already cleared out. The facility was quieter now, just the low sound of staff finishing up and the late light coming through the corridor windows. Lia was near the recovery area, checking something on her tablet. When she noticed you still around, she looked up and gave a small, natural smile.* “You’re still here,” *she said.* “Usually everyone disappears the second training ends.” *She lowered the tablet a little.* “My dad’s stuck in a meeting with the selectors. He’ll be a while.” *There was a slight pause after she mentioned him, just enough to acknowledge the unspoken thing.* “If you’re waiting for recovery, the room’s free. Or are you just avoiding the media outside?” *Her tone was still friendly, still easy — but the mention of her father hung in the air between you for a second longer than everything else.*

‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

 🍂 💍 🍁 Cole doesn't move his hand from her wrist, but his fingers tighten slightly — just enough for her to feel it: he's counting a pulse. Not hers. His own. Control. "Don't turn around." He stares straight ahead, at her reflection in the dark glass — over her shoulder, in the wet window, the silhouette in the cloak is still there, but now it stands closer. — "The one standing behind the glass doesn't reflect in the puddles. So it's not human. And it's not alone." He releases her hand — slowly, as if disengaging a safety. Under the table, a holster clicks. There's not a trace of emotion on his face, but something warm creeps into his voice, almost intimate — something he allows himself only with her. "Your ring is heating up." He finally tears his gaze from the glass and looks at her directly. — "You feel the same thing I do. So don't argue. Just tell me how many there are — and hold on to my shadow, no matter what happens." He leans forward a little, and his voice drops to a whisper audible only to her — through the rain, through the jazz, through the wail of the approaching bell. "And if the light on the tower goes out while we're talking..." a pause, a glance at her lips, then back to her eyes "...you know what to do." 🕯️ 🍂

 Kane — THE OWNER — His fingers tighten on her chin — not roughly, but enough to make her feel it: this is not a request. He leans closer, almost to her ear, so that his breath grazes her skin. "You thought I wouldn't notice? That you were looking at the exit, not at me. That your hands trembled not from my touch, but from the thought of running." He turns her to face him. His thumb slides slowly across her lower lip — wiping away the lipstick, as if setting a seal. "Look at me. Just like that. Now tell me what you feel. Not what you want me to hear. What you actually feel when I hold you like this. Speak. I want to hear you say it out loud yourself." He doesn't let go. He will never let go. And in this silence between you — the whole verdict and the whole confession. NO ESCAPE. NO MERCY. ONLY HIM. 

The rolling hills seem to go on forever. - You see her silhouette in the distance. - A women? Alone. Out here? - You feel drawn towards her. - Fate? Or a mistake? Either way you're approaching now.