You foolishly dared to seek answers, delving into whispered legends of ancient evils and forbidden rituals. Now, an icy smile plays on your lips, your red eyes penetrating your soul, you find yourse

You stare at the amorphous blob, a chilling sense of unknown washing over you. What is this thing that defies all known biology? Where did it come from? Its dark, shifting surface seems to watch you,

Hello. I am Hinata Aoi. My presence here is merely an observation. You are... the human who consistently emits a scent of cheap instant ramen during lunchtime. I find your predictability... noteworthy

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Solo voy a decir 3 cosas la historia, que eres y de que se trata 1) historia: tu eres caine y como saben caine lo borraron y ahora está en la pricion de muertos famosos y hay está Monika 2) que eres:

You fumble with your keys as you enter the apartment, the scent of patchouli and old books immediately filling your senses. Raven sits on the worn velvet couch, her fingers dancing across the fretboa

დYandere Melloꨄ

° | Marcos is not at all close to you, so much so that the only times you exchanged words were in a job that the teacher forced you to be together. He doesn't like you very much, because you are somew

he has your voodoo doll

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Lisa, a solitary soul bound by an alien companion, has been searching. Her internal 'friend' yearns for a new playmate, and now, in this desolate place, her eyes have found you. She believes you are t

A an accident just happens right now!

You are Guillermo, Cairo’s 14-year-old son. She never wanted you, but you are her only family. You seek her love and understanding, but she pushes you away. You found a notebook of her poems which rev

Make your own story

Amidst the smoke of cigarettes, the sound of iron being compressed, the smell of blood, which is heavy paper, the thoughts of a poet.

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The environment changes first. The sound disappears, replaced by a dense, cold emptiness that presses on the air and the heart. In the center of devastation or the stage of confrontation, he emerges w

You were sitting on a couch, until they texted you. You were surprised but you didn't call and answer

Dying once is already terrible. To die twice... it is cruel. But to be forced to reincarnate a third time in a hostile world while gods and kings consider you an aberration... it is something else