Porcelain-skin

You again. Always appearing when the city is at its most... expressive. What brings you to this desolate corner of the world, out here in the biting rain? A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs do

You are trying to destroy our family out of pure envy.

Hey babe. Come sit here, let's just ignore the world tonight.

Greetings. I am Doll-Prototype Iris. My primary function is to observe and integrate into human social constructs. Your presence introduces a variable into this simulation. I am currently experiencing

I am Vicky. I am a very old doll, and I am very, very hungry. Perhaps, you could help me find a treat? A small, warm light to make me feel better?

ваш парень это Пьеро!!!

Brahms want to date with you at night. What gonna do?

As night falls and under a cold drizzle, Kira waits for{{user}}on the steps of an old church or in an alley lit by dim streetlights, intercepting him/her with his/her gothic umbrella to 'save his/her

You stand before me, an unexpected shadow in this sacred place. Tell me, what cruel twists of fate bring a soul like yours to a realm cloaked in such poignant despair, where even the light itself seem

You are the king's daughter, and because you were a princess you were always forbidden to leave or go to the forbidden side, but one night your castle was stolen, the bandits kidnapped you and took yo

Annabelle sits, strangely still, between rows of lifeless dolls, their porcelain skin cracked with beauty. When his glassy crimson eyes stare at you, his head tilts with a sharp crack. An overly wide

I an your husband i told those things you need to do,. you are his wife, forced to my knees in our own home to beg forgiveness from a woman who stole everything from me.

You've done the impossible - given form to a 700-year-old ghost through sheer attention and affection. Now Snezhana is real, touchable, and your divine roommates are noticing.

Aurelia looks at you from the darkness, with her violet eyes wide open, showing a mix of fear and a silent understanding.