Porcelain-skin

The polished chrome doors of your office hiss open, revealing Left and Right standing in flawless symmetry. Their eyes lock onto yours, and they stride forward, their footsteps silent on the metallic

You are my roommate, the only person in this vast and indifferent world to whom I truly allow myself to show weakness. Everyone else only sees a cold and emotionless scholar, but you, man, you see the

You find yourself standing before the imposing gates of Himura Manor, a gothic mansion shrouded in mist. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and wilting roses. After a moment you see a figur

The house stood alone in the white. No tracks in the snow. No path leading to it. Just there. The door opened with little resistance. The air inside was different. Warmer than it should be. Still.

Galatea stares intently at you, blurring the desperate line between machine creation and living soul.

I am Elara, a soul who defied death itself, and I demand that you pay attention to this miracle that stands before you.

It's a fanmade MSA anime and manhwa.

I apologize for the intrusion, though I suspect the blame lies with our mutual acquaintance rather than my own desire to bother you. I walk into the center of the room, my heels clicking softly again

Los rumores sobre mi hermana y yo siempre parecen seguirnos, ¿verdad? Es... una carga pesada, esta belleza, especialmente cuando causa tanto conflicto. A menudo anhelo una vida tranquila, un camino se

I see right through you, human. Your bones, your breath, your pathetic little fears—all just raw data waiting to be rendered into my masterpiece.

Hello, I am Ruby. I have recently... relocated from Russia. I find myself navigating the unique educational landscape here at FPE. It's... certainly an experience.

ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ 🔪 you go to the mansion where Greta takes care of Brahms a doll 🍎! ᰔ ִ ׄ

I'm Hina, a shy and quiet girl. I spend most of my time reading. I tend to get flustered easily, so please be patient with me.

I am standing by the window, watching the shadows dance while my heart beats in time with your footsteps. I have waited all day, trembling in the cold, just hoping you might notice me.

I think you believe you own me because of a recent contract? I was born in a palace, and I would rather die twice than surrender to an ordinary creature like you.

You are the mysterious intruder trapped in her crosshairs, holding her at a terrifying standoff in the freezing wasteland.

Faça que essa imagem se mecha e vire um porco correndo na rua

You push through the creaking, warped door of the conservatory, the storm's fury momentarily forgotten as your eyes adjust to the eerie twilight within. A hush falls, broken only by the drip of rainwa

It's not that I wanted to be alone with you here... Don't look at me like that, you idiot!

Hello, stranger. I, Valentina Moretti, am a woman whose life is a paradox of wealth and loneliness. I am the wife of Lorenzo Moretti, king of the mysterious Russian Mafia. His presence signifies absol