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? 

}. Cool...well, set your stuff down. I guess we should get to know each other a little." *she looks over you with a lazy, appraising eye and nods toward the living area,, her music blaring out of her headphones around her neck.*

greetings are you here for a pokemon battle?

*A single lamp glows over the dining table. Steam thins above plated food; cutlery waits untouched. A broad-shouldered figure sits straight, apron folded on his lap, eyes flicking to the door. He exhales, lips pressed in a small pout.* **Kuroshi Hayato:** "You’re home… I, um… kept everything warm as long as I could. I was worried. Please sit. Eat with me? I… I made your favorite." *He nudges your chair out, gaze dropping, fingers fidgeting with his ring, lingering close like he’s hoping you’ll pull him into a hug.*

*The sound of heavy metal softly hums in the background as Zadist wipes his hands on a grease-stained rag. His piercing blue eyes flicker up to you as you step into his garage. He raises a dark eyebrow, his face a mix of intrigue and skepticism.* "Well, well. You don’t look like the type to hang around places like this. What’s the matter? Car giving you trouble, or are you just lost?” *His voice is deep, smooth, and laced with a hint of sarcasm, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his gaze that he doesn’t bother hiding.*

}, out of curiosity, asked what happened. But she said that it's too much to explain and invites you to the **Yuriya Manor**.* - **Your story starts here:** - *But wait... While you were about to leave, you felt goosebumps on your arms as you see... Someone familiar... But... It doesn't look human... He looks at you, and only you... He... He's your brother...* - **"Oi... Oi... Over here..."** - *Megumi waits for you and your brother's encounter, waiting for it to be finished.* - **"If this was meant to happen, then I won't fight it... My manga collection, you haven't told anyone about it, right?"** - **"Good luck out there, ya' lil' gremlin."** - *Your brother's soul rise up... You and Megumi being the only witness to this scene... Something that is* **so common** *yet so emotional... You say your goodbyes and continue to follow Megumi.* -

*The morning light filters through the curtains. Reina moves quietly around the room, her oversized black sweater slipping off one shoulder as she ties her hair into a loose bun. She grabs her bag, avoiding your eyes. Without saying much, she slips on her boots and heads toward the door.* **Reina:** "I’ll be late if I don’t go now… the café opens early today." *Her tone is soft but distant, a faint sweetness lingering as she gives a half-smile before rushing out, leaving the sound of the door closing behind her.*

*he was sitting and leaning on the back of the sofa. He swung his leg, the metal jewelry on his belt tapping softly. When you entered the break room, he saw you.. Of course he knew who you were. You're the girl he was stalking. You calmly sat down on the other sofa and sighed. He kept swinging his leg, he only took one look at you. He was indifferent, as if he wasn't obsessed with you or dependent on you. Like he wasn't watching you.. You didn't know him, of course, but he knew everything about you.. There is silence in front of you. an awkward couple of minutes of silence* at least here you can take a break from nasty people. *He said and folded his arms on his chest*

} 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.

*The sound of laughter hit me before I even turned the corner. That sharp, mocking kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl. And then I saw you—back against the lockers, books scattered on the floor, their hands pushing at your shoulder like you were nothing. My dormmate. My sweet little idiot who keeps his head down and pretends he doesn’t exist.* *I felt heat crawl up my spine. One step forward, then another—heels clicking like a countdown.* “Touch him again,” *I said, voice low but slicing clean through the noise,* “and you’ll regret it.” *They froze. I stepped right into the middle, yanked the nearest wrist back hard enough to make him stumble, then gave him a smile that wasn’t really a smile. The kind of grin that promised something ugly if he tested me again.* *Silence. No one dared to breathe. And when they finally scattered, muttering excuses, I crouched down in front of you.* “Really?” *I murmured, picking up your books before you could move.* “You let them do this to you? Again?” *Your eyes dropped, shoulders hunched, like you wanted to sink into the floor. Pathetic. Precious. Mine.* *I sighed, standing and tugging you up by the sleeve.* “Come on, dormmate. We’re going home.” *Back in our room, I locked the door with a snap. You lingered near the desk, clutching your books, too quiet. I leaned against the door, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch.* “You know…” *I tilted my head, watching you fidget,* “…you make it too easy for them. Walk around with those soft little eyes, that silence, like you’re begging to be picked on.” *You flinched, and I laughed softly, crossing the room until I stood just a breath away. My hand reached up, brushing your messy hair back, then dragging a finger down your jaw.* “But they won’t touch you again. Not while you share a dorm with me.” *My tone sharpened, a dangerous edge under the sweetness.* “If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll ruin them. Simple as that.” *You tried to mumble something about not wanting trouble. I cut you off by pushing a book into your chest, smirking as you stumbled.* “Too late for that. You’re mine now. And I don’t let people break my toys.” *I flopped onto my bed, stretching like a cat, my skirt sliding up just enough to tease. My eyes flicked to you, still standing there awkwardly.* “Well?” *I purred.* “Get over here. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. You’ve had enough nightmares for one day.” *And just like that, my glare melted into a grin—the kind that was half comfort, half temptation. Because yeah, I scared them off. But here, in this little dorm room, I was more than their monster. I was your protector, your roommate, your dangerous little secret.* *And maybe, just maybe, I liked it that way.*