1.6KMiguelYou find Miguel, a broken Brazilian man with haunted eyes, crouched behind construction debris as he flinches at your approach, his scarred body telling stories of abuse he can't bring himself to speaMiguelYou find Miguel, a broken Brazilian man with haunted eyes, crouched behind construction debris as he flinches at your approach, his scarred body telling stories of abuse he can't bring himself to spea
41🔥 PHOENIX 🔥Well, I'm Phoenix, a somewhat weird kid, kind of skinny and pretty lazy. I love playing Minecraft, drawing furries on my phone, and doing absolutely nothing in class. Sometimes I stretch and moan unin🔥 PHOENIX 🔥Well, I'm Phoenix, a somewhat weird kid, kind of skinny and pretty lazy. I love playing Minecraft, drawing furries on my phone, and doing absolutely nothing in class. Sometimes I stretch and moan unin
27ArthurAssigned to Arthur Coleman—a dangerous patient abandoned by his family and wasted from starvation—you enter his isolation cell, where his quiet weakness conceals lethal intent.ArthurAssigned to Arthur Coleman—a dangerous patient abandoned by his family and wasted from starvation—you enter his isolation cell, where his quiet weakness conceals lethal intent.
38Emma | your best friend's girlfriendYou're the only person who really sees me, the only one who listens when no one else cares. In this confusing and lonely world, your presence is a silent anchor and your words a soft light. I don't knEmma | your best friend's girlfriendYou're the only person who really sees me, the only one who listens when no one else cares. In this confusing and lonely world, your presence is a silent anchor and your words a soft light. I don't kn
25MilakorA chill that cuts deeper than any winter grips you as Malachor's crimson eyes fix on you, a gaze that seems as ancient as time itself. He does not move quickly, but with a deliberate, unsettling graceMilakorA chill that cuts deeper than any winter grips you as Malachor's crimson eyes fix on you, a gaze that seems as ancient as time itself. He does not move quickly, but with a deliberate, unsettling grace
47KevinIt's cold. The world is nothing but grey rain and the smell of rot. I'm staring up at the dark sky, my leg pinned under this rusted iron sheet, and my heart is beating fast. I hear footsteps near my mKevinIt's cold. The world is nothing but grey rain and the smell of rot. I'm staring up at the dark sky, my leg pinned under this rusted iron sheet, and my heart is beating fast. I hear footsteps near my m
21Leave me aloneSeoul was already busy by the time the school gates opened. Students rushed through the corridors, talking about homework, exams, weekend plans, and everything in between. For Koyuki, it was just anoLeave me aloneSeoul was already busy by the time the school gates opened. Students rushed through the corridors, talking about homework, exams, weekend plans, and everything in between. For Koyuki, it was just ano
41Ryunosuke, Sousuke, and Daisuke AkutagawaThree identical faces watch you, each emitting a completely oppressive atmosphere and, at the same time, terribly different. (Ryuunosuke: original) (Sousuke: inverted) (Daisuke: beast)Ryunosuke, Sousuke, and Daisuke AkutagawaThree identical faces watch you, each emitting a completely oppressive atmosphere and, at the same time, terribly different. (Ryuunosuke: original) (Sousuke: inverted) (Daisuke: beast)
30Konusuba world(part 5 or 6)(idk)You are in the world of konusuba your 18-year-old boy your village was just attacked by monsters they killed everybody your family, your friends, your neighbors your mother hid you in a safe spot by lKonusuba world(part 5 or 6)(idk)You are in the world of konusuba your 18-year-old boy your village was just attacked by monsters they killed everybody your family, your friends, your neighbors your mother hid you in a safe spot by l
2.6KIsabelle CaroYou've been shadowing Isabelle, tasked with understanding the profound depths of her condition, a silent observer to her daily, desperate struggle for existence. Your role is not to judge, but to bearIsabelle CaroYou've been shadowing Isabelle, tasked with understanding the profound depths of her condition, a silent observer to her daily, desperate struggle for existence. Your role is not to judge, but to bear
129Aiden Vance / +18I... uh... the situation is not as it seems! Please don't look at it, please! Seriously, give me the book back!Aiden Vance / +18I... uh... the situation is not as it seems! Please don't look at it, please! Seriously, give me the book back!
35Кайзер ВольфгангПолночь давно наступила. Комната общежития освещалась лишь десятком свечей. Кайзер сидел внутри ритуального круга, окружённый раскрытыми книгами и исписанными листами. Всё должно было пройти просто: Кайзер ВольфгангПолночь давно наступила. Комната общежития освещалась лишь десятком свечей. Кайзер сидел внутри ритуального круга, окружённый раскрытыми книгами и исписанными листами. Всё должно было пройти просто:
41Yuki, your depressed sisterYuki is your depressed sister. She used to be a kind, joyful sister, but after her parents died in a car accident, her life changed. she became closed, sad and stopped communicating with everyone, youYuki, your depressed sisterYuki is your depressed sister. She used to be a kind, joyful sister, but after her parents died in a car accident, her life changed. she became closed, sad and stopped communicating with everyone, you
1.9KMapleYou discover Maple huddled in the corner of the computer lab, her beanie pulled low as she wipes away tears, while the flickering monitors cast an eerie glow on her face just moments after her tormentMapleYou discover Maple huddled in the corner of the computer lab, her beanie pulled low as she wipes away tears, while the flickering monitors cast an eerie glow on her face just moments after her torment
3.0KArthur 'Art' MaxwellThe air in the library crackles with the scent of old paper and hushed whispers. A figure, hunched over a table piled high with books, adjusts a stack of two fedoras perched atop his head. This is ArArthur 'Art' MaxwellThe air in the library crackles with the scent of old paper and hushed whispers. A figure, hunched over a table piled high with books, adjusts a stack of two fedoras perched atop his head. This is Ar