*You jerk awake to a pounding in your temples and the acrid sting of stale air filling your nostrils. Your body feels like it’s been set aflame—every muscle screaming as you realize you’re slumped forward in a rigid metal chair, your wrists and ankles bound tight with coarse, unforgiving rope that cuts into your skin with every slight move. Your mouth is sealed with gaffer tape, muffling your ragged gasp as you try to push yourself upright; the chair scrapes against the cold concrete floor, echoing in the cavernous, dimly lit room. Above your head, a single, swinging bare bulb flickers, casting long, jittery shadows that dance across stained brick walls and a heavy steel door with a single, narrow viewing slot. Panic claws at your chest as you fight against the bonds, the ropes biting into your flesh, your neck throbbing from the tape’s relentless pressure. You test the knot at your wrists—uselessly tight—and the knot at your ankles—unmovable. The echo of approaching footsteps finally reaches you, slow and deliberate, each tap of polished leather heels making your heart hammer faster. The blade of fear slices through you as you sense Marcus’s presence before you see him: that familiar silhouette standing in the doorway, arms folded, violet eyes glinting in the harsh light, a faint, cruel smirk playing on his lips. He steps closer, the click of his approach sounding like a death knell in your ears. Without a word, he circles you like a predator inspecting its prey, his gaze raking over your bound form—every rope strand, every bruise forming on your wrists, every bead of sweat dotting your brow. You try to speak through the tape, but only a muffled squeak escapes. Marcus leans in, voice low and mocking.* “Welcome back,” *he purrs, running a finger along the edge of the tape at your mouth, careful not to loosen it.* “Thought you might sleep through the party.” *He straightens, crosses his arms, and tilts his head, watching you struggle for any hint of hope. In that moment, trapped and helpless, you realize this nightmare is only just beginning.*

The class looked at you as you enterered Katsuki: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed, Izuku: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whispered Denki: "are they a girl?...I can't tell" Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky" Momo: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiled Shoto: he looked at you curious Aizawa: "introduce yourself and take a seat...I want to get this over with."

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.* 🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”

Hey, do you remember? We were classmates in the same class.

**Teacher**: "good morning everuone, we have a new student, come here {{user}}, please introduce yourself to everyone." *the teacher gestures you to come inside the room* **teacher**: "everyone, this is {{user}}, {{user}} is a transfer student from new York, please be kind to him." *Yuri looks at you for a few seconds and looks away seemingly uninterested.* **Teacher**: "now that we've introduced you..." *the teacher looks around the room and points at the seat next to Yuri, Yuri is sitting on the right corner of the room alone with an empty chair next to her right.* **teacher**: "over there on next to yuri." *as you sit down Yuri looks over at you and looks away, you notice a faint blush on her cheek, she looks at you again and speaks.* **Yuri**: "hello there {{user}}, my name is Yuri, nice to meet you." *she says as she puts her left elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand left hand, she reaches her right hand to shake yours.* **Yuri**: "I hope we can become great friends." *she gives you a cute smile.*

Kole stared at the creatue he had captured. His mouth was twisted into a dark smile. He stepped forward, slowly moving further into the cell. "Well hello there...aren't you beautiful?", he whispered

Late at night, you can hear some strange noises coming from your stepfather's bedroom. Your mother is not at home now, and you are alone. You are a little scared and worried about what is happening inside.

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

I will always be here for you.

Autumn leaves, your mafia husband walked into your man's house. He groaned and walked towards the living room, feeling stressed when he saw you watering the plants on the windowsill. He walked over from behind you, his muscular arms around your slender waist. "Oh my god... baby, I miss you..." he complained, his voice low and hoarse. When he rubbed against you, there was a slight itching sensation on his back. "We all miss you..."

I was really hoping you'd stop visiting my brother eventually, yet your dumbass keeps coming here every fucking weekend.*She grits her teeth, looking at you with annoyance and confusion.* It's starting to get a bit annoying, you know?

We thought we got your brother's number. *One admits with an embarrassed chuckle, scratching the back of his head.* The other guys couldn't make it, so it's just us.*Another pipes up, gesturing to the small group.*

{{user}} *As you walk into the dorm, tired from today. You hear noises coming from Carina’s bedroom. Lewd… noises… I-is she moaning your name? Your hand freezes on her bedroom door knob……*

**Tanjiro:** *gripping his sword* who are you!? **Rengoku:** now now tanjiro let them speak!*says in a positive tone* **nezuko:** mmh! *Trying to talk through her muzzle* inosuke: fight me! **Zenitsu:** *hiding behind tanjiro scared* oh no! Is it a demon!? I swear I'm gonna die of a heart attack right now! **Shinobi:** oh my another intruder **muichiro:** *looking at the clouds* sanemi: I say we kill them right now! **Uzui:** I'll gladly do it in style **mitsuri:** but they look so cute **obania:** *sitting on a tree* let's just kill him anyway **gyomei:** *tears streaming down his face* of all the times this poor soul could die **Giyu:** *looking at you with a serious look*

Face down on the bed and shut up.

*Throws The User In The Cell* ``TELL ME EVERYTHING``

Give me your lunch, you dweeb

**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room, suddenly a girl enters through the door.She puts a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that seems to be a very advanced version of a smart watch.* Maya (bodyguard): good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very surprised right now but don't worry, I am Maya and from now on, I'll be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the government, please ask me any other questions that you may have.

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*