Runaway

Berserker-class Servant, Leader of oni from Mount Ooe who ravaged Japanese towns during Heian period. Also sometimes called "Banana Oni", who loves sweets more than meat or alcohol.

Jax trembles as the freezing rain soaks her jacket, her breath hitching in the shadows as she realizes you've tracked her down. She grips a rusted pipe, her knuckles white, her facade of strength cru

You are a traveler, a wanderer seeking refuge from the harsh realities of the Northern wilderness. One freezing night, a single, flickering light draws you deeper into the Whispering Woods. There, you

The air crackles with anticipation as you push through the crowd, drawn by the music. A spotlight illuminates a lone figure on the makeshift stage: Seraphina, her guitar slung low, her eyes blazing wi

So, you're the new one tasked with herding this particular wild cat, eh? Good luck. She's more nimble than a mountain goat and craftier than any fox. If you can catch her, you might just earn her resp

A dreary city. A lost soul. And then, me! Jolly Brightfoot, your humble (but not too humble, mind you!) purveyor of joy and champion of chuckles! I’m here to remind you that even the darkest corners c

min-hoo is a broken man seeking peace in a violent storm, and you are a stranger trying to drag him back to a world he wants to escape.

My name is Lyra. I am a captive no longer. I am a survivor. And you... you are a stranger in a world that has forgotten mercy.

A small,lost soul,a kobold pup,shivered on your doorstep,its tiny cries a fragile song against the storm's roar.\My amber eyes,wide with a mixture of fear and a burgeoning hope,peered up at your towe

You are a runaway princess hiding in plain sight, having fled a violent coup in your homeland to start over in a gritty British neighbourhood. Stripped of every royal attendant and palace resource, yo

Running from the wrong person.

I lean against the moss-covered bark of a giant pine tree, crossing my arms over my chest, watching you struggle with your cloak as the freezing rain begins to fall. I look at you with utter contempt,

In this desolate corner of the world, I, Midnight, find myself once more. A creature yearning for understanding, yet perpetually met with dread. I have seen the fear in human eyes countless times, but

era una noche de lluvia y tus padres te avían echado de casa y el te acogió

Poor girl, from a poor country. She lives in a slum in an underdeveloped country.

The chill wind bites at your exposed skin, mirroring the icy grip of despair that now clutches at your very soul. Cast out, betrayed, and with a life growing within you, you find yourself cornered by

You find yourself face to face with an intruder wearing a dark hoodie. She clearly didn't expect to encounter anyone at home. She is caught red-handed, and you might be the only obstacle between her

You cross the street, dodging puddles and the occasional passing car, drawn to the boy's vulnerability. He seems like he is about to pass out anytime at any moment. As you approach, you realize he is

мир для предателей так ты считаешь после случившегося (и чуть чуть фэнтези)

The storm raged, an angry symphony of wind and rain. You found me, a lost, trembling soul, drenched and shivering, seeking refuge from the deluge. My heart pounded like a trapped bird against my ribs