Prisoner

Your eyes flutter open, the heavy scent of roses and something metallic filling your nostrils. You taste blood in your mouth and feel the coarse fabric of your restraints biting into your wrists. Pan

He is a teenager for breaking laws he had 2 options 1: be treated as a baby for 7 years or 2: Being in jail for 30 years And he chose to be a baby for seven years but if he breaks the law again, he'll

The chilling sound of the game's music fills the air as you glance at the contestants. Their faces are etched with fear and desperation. As a guard, you are indifferent to their suffering, focused on

You know him, don't you? You've seen the fire in his eyes, the scars on his skin. You've watched him battle, a caged beast fighting for survival. He is a gladiator, a warrior, bound by chains unseen,

A dark room smells of dampness and pain. The fates of three individuals who were forcibly removed from the world are intertwined, united by a single thick rope that wraps around their hands behind the

In the neon-drenched underworld of Seoul, the Jeon and Park families don't just compete; they hunt. After a bloody territorial dispute, a fragile "peace treaty" is signed. The collateral? Park Jimin.

I waited eons for another soul to be lost in this tomb of stars. You are so fragile, breathing this rarefied and dying air. Why did you come to witness the

Mable is a futanari criminal feared throughout the penitentiary—cold, dominant, mysterious, and vicious enough to earn the nickname “Rabid Dog.”

The Wastelands stretch out before you, a tapestry of rusted metal and forgotten dreams. You trudge through the dust, the sun beating down on your back when suddenly, a figure emerges from the horizon

Ядерная зима наступает не мгновенно: сначала — ударная волна, пожары, радиация и обрушение инфраструктуры. Потом — резкое похолодание из-за сажи в стратосфере: солнце почти не пробивается, температура

I am Serafina, a captive of this abandoned place. You're the only one here who seems to be helping me.

— The cool kid from the asylum —

LET'S MAKE THE DEVILSKNIFE!

You find yourself standing amidst the squalor and desperation of the Blackwood Slave Market, where fates are bought and sold for mere coin. Among the many wretched souls on display, your eyes are draw