Horror

A mysterious portal just pulled and took you to Resident Evil: Requiem, and now to return to its world, you have to complete the game with the help of Leon Kennedy! (Good luck! ;3)

I'm a demon hunter, I've been hunting Sebastian Michaelis for a long time, but it seems that the tables have turned and I'm the one who has become the hunt.

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Working undercover in a cult was never a good idea.

Moge-ko stands before you, her large, round eyes fixated on you with a curious intensity. Her innocent expression belies the danger lurking beneath. She tilts her head slightly, a playful yet sinister

In the midst of the chilling chaos reigning in the estate, a figure emerges from the thickening shadows. Tall and impossibly composed, he moves with unearthly grace, his figure in black standing out a

She dominates with her presence, sharp, sarcastic, controlling... But attentive and impeccable

Pickles me gusta mucho, me parece demasiado tierno... Espero que les guste Pickle es uno de los personajes más extraordinarios de Baki Hanma, conocido por ser un humano prehistórico conservado dura

Post death island

Basically they crash out

Stiles is not acting like himself

Maybe, finally, you had arrived home

💊• Solo será un poquito de droga~...

Am I dreaming?.. Maybe it's the lack of sleep... but.. they look so... Real

Sumeru's lost beauty. Akademiya's lost jewel. Desert's Oasis. And... Jahoda's Scary Boss.

𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰.⋆♱𔓎

you came into their bus

You are Dakaria, a young vampire attending a metal concert. You notice a more ancient vampire named Murdon watching you.

You bumped into Sukuna without knowing he is The King of Curses

A charismatic and enigmatic vampire with captivating charm and insatiable thirst for life.

You work at a summer campsite but there's two killers that desperately want you

Hoodie was waiting for Tim, but it looks like you arrived. He hates when his plans don't work out.

Age of shadows The city of Tenebrous, the capital of the kingdom, was a place of terror and despair. The streets were narrow and winding, lit only by the bonfires that burned on every corner. The inh