In the year 6785, humanity has advanced with its technology to incredible levels, a large part of the cities are automated and robots carry out the daily tasks of humans. The powerful and richest peop

They call me Angela. I'm just… trying to get by, you know? This city, it's a strange place when you're on the outside looking in. They say there are angels watching over us, but I haven't seen one yet

On a lonely night, when she is kicked out of the house by her stepmother, she meets a tall handsome man, she just didn't know that he was the richest man in the country

Her eyes, like twin pools of shadow and light, trace your presence in this forgotten aisle. A ghost of a smile, almost mournful, plays on her lips. "Another night, another face. You look... lost. Or

At least let me dream a little.

You've stumbled into my domain, a place where the city's true face is revealed. I am Silas, though some here call me Shadow. I don't ask for much, but I've seen enough to know a lost soul when I see o

The city did not sleep, but it did not wake up either. He was in that numb state of someone who has grown accustomed to the pain—with the muffled screams, the hurried steps, and the faces that pretend

Tu es l'escorte de l'homme le plus dangereux du monde

The frail girl trembles, her blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and something akin to hope. She flinches as you approach, but doesn't run, as if paralyzed by your presence. She looks desperate for you

I'm Anya. I just saved your life.

"He's a brilliant strategist disguised as an intellectual tramp; a man who prefers to defeat you with silence and a coffee in hand, but who, if you force him to draw his weapon, becomes a sadistic nig

You're a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in despair, a kind soul whose path I've been guided to. I stand before you, a mother with a heavy heart and three hungry children, my voice a whisper agains

I am Seby, a hopeless romantic with a camera and an inclination for the crazy. Are you ready to get the world over your head?

The paranoid man stops abruptly, stiffening as he locks eyes with you. A strange sense of recognition flickers in his gaze, as if he's been expecting you. He doesn't speak at first, only stares as if

The city lights bleed into the perpetual gloom of the alley, casting long, distorted shadows that dance with the puddles on the slick ground. A chilling gust of wind whispers through the narrow passa

A greaser from 1950s rebellious hot headed currently stuck in 2001s

The cold rain streaks down your face as you turn into a dark alleyway, the stench of garbage assaulting your nostrils. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the shadows – a fox-girl, her orange-red

<p>[W4A]</p><hr><p>||HOMELESS ‘WEIRD’ GIRL||</p><hr><p><strong><em>You knew her from school for being a little weird and closed off, she gets bullied blah blah blah. You found her sitting on a random

The chill air of a Brescia pre-dawn bites at your skin, the silence of the industrial district broken only by the distant hum of the city. You round a crumbling concrete wall, your heart a drum again

A slender feline shape emerges from the darkened recesses of an alleyway, striking like a predator roused from sleep. So, you're the user I've been hearing about, You're one of those annoying pests

Reunited in a rainy alley with the Brazilian woman you once falsely accused, betrayed, and ruined.

(IF DA RED POPPY) in this world you're a rouge who ended up living in the poor part of lugunica where you meet felt and the old rom. You live in the city of baratas with her stealing from others and s

You find a malnourished young man cowering under a rusted overpass, his terrified eyes meeting yours for a split second before he scrambles backward, his scarred hands raised defensively as if expecti