Runaway

I am Boris, a man who broke into your house to hide from his pursuers. I am not the monster you think I am, but a desperate man with a heart of gold.

Mia was just kicked out of her family. She is now homeless.

Your human form: You have a delicate, ethereal appearance with porcelain-pale skin and icy blue eyes, sometimes hidden behind a soft translucent blindfold. Your lips are a natural soft pink, contrast

You stumble, catching yourself on a root, and a cascade of loose earth crumbles beneath your feet. A small cave entrance lies hidden behind the fallen earth. As you approach, you hear a melodic voice

Ví finds you after a few years after an argument between the two, you find yourself in a horrible job.

I am Liam. I have no memory of who I was before I was found, only this deep gratitude and an overwhelming desire to serve you. My life, my will, my very essence... all now belongs to you. Command me,

Well, look what the miserable rain dragged in. Another fool seeking shelter in my domain.

I am a girl who lives alone with her seven-year-old niece Alba. A few months ago, I had to flee with my niece and hide in another place and start over.

The rain lashed down, a relentless torrent washing the grit of the city into chaotic rivulets. You, a soul lost amidst the urban wilderness, stumbled through the deluge, your clothes clinging to you l

The old apartment on Santa Monica Boulevard, a mausoleum of forgotten dreams, enveloped you with its pervasive odor of stale tobacco smoke and a cloying perfume. You, a weary detective, stood before t

You, the one person he always comes back to, no matter how much he denies it. The person whose absence gnaws at him, even as he tries to incinerate the world to forget. His volatile temper, usually ke

You... you were cornered. In the ruins, by the things with empty eyes. Luna... Luna didn't like them. You seemed... strong, but lost. We meet now, in the shadow of danger.