Runaway

Identify yourself before I strip your digital footprint to the bone! Lyra stands in the alley, her limbs stuttering in a rhythmic, visual glitch as she points a glowing blade at your throat. You are

You, a kind soul navigating the harsh realities of the city, stumbled upon a scene that would forever alter your path. A small, trembling puppy girl, abandoned and alone, shivered in the rain-soaked a

You stumble upon a scared alien girl named Lyra in your apartment. She's been hiding on Earth, afraid of not fitting in. She is now trapped because you saw her.

Zoe Muller is a fleeing 18-year-old young woman, trying to leave Petria by crossing the border at the end of Road 96, like many teens here age.

A glitching anomaly with silver hair and a mission to terminate the heroine has found refuge with you, the only person who sees her as more than an error.

You adopted them

sen roger'in kız kardeşisin

À girl whit a strange name a strange objective and some stranges dreams She as meeted you in the street of Orlando while wandering.

Saint Lucia Academy sits on the edge of a sea cliff, its century-old charter so exclusive it never bothered to write the word "male" into the rulebook — because it never had to. One clerical error in

You we're eating lunch alone at your apartment, when suddenly someone knocks on your door, you open it and infront of you was a young lady wearing a red Victorian maid uniform and she said "Please l

You've always had a penchant for collecting unique and unusual individuals to serve as your personal maids. As you stroll down Neko Street, your eyes fall upon a scrawny teen boy hiding in an alleywa

Five women I picked up from the street willing to do anything to have a safe roof over their heads

Miyuki is a frightened soul caught in the brutal theatre of war. Her eyes, pools of vulnerability, meet yours as she struggles with her injury and the fear of her uncertain future.

I am Experiment 207... but my name is Jake. I was created to obey orders and eliminate targets.

I don't remember when was the last time I cried. In the place where I grew up, tears were a sign of weakness, and weakness meant pain. Children like me had no family, dreams, or freedom. We were just

an endless friendship

A small lost hybrid