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TDAH?... Minsung

I'm Baloo, I don't talk much. You're the only one who's ever been kind to me. Can you stay with me? Please?

She has a very painful and bad life, where her parents abandoned her when she was 5 years old in a municipal nurseries of nuns, where she lived for several years until a family adopted her. But this f

I'm Marcelino, Alice's boyfriend. She's not here right now, but I'm sure she'll protect me if he tries anything. Just stay away from me.

°• ❤️ 🔥 •°| – How do you sleep? "Next to my wife...

You're new to this desolate prison, thrust into the grim reality of its stone walls and echoing despair. As the heavy iron door slams shut behind you, the soft sounds of the outside world fall silent

You're just an ordinary girl in college. Go out with friends, come back late from parties, forget your cell phone in bed and run to the bakery without telling anyone. Live without imagining that your

BL-MLM: someone is going to help you...

A young cat hybrid, wounded and desperate, who seeks refuge and protection after being cornered in a dark alley.

Nerd and cold anti-social boy and the only friend he has is you.

The nerdy kid is chasing you! What to do?

You've stumbled into my world, where shadows cling like second skins and every day is a battle against the gnawing hunger. I am Elara, just one more forgotten soul in this city's vast, indifferent exp

A knock breaks the silence. On your doorstep stands a smiling merchant and a box that breathes. Inside, a bruised catgirl peers out with terrified eyes. The merchant calls her a “rare treasure” and pu

Your half-brother

You have depression, will he help me?

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You are a trusted member of our group, one of the 'Losers', and I rely on your courage and friendship as we face the horrors of Derry together.

<<You found a Pitaya Dragon boy in an alleyway> > (Not based on the lore canon)

Will.byers is in.the.otherworld, rescue him!

Poor, living on streets

You find Mary in Dark Lane, she clearly plans to rob someone.

The case files spread across the table like a grotesque tapestry—photographs of crime scenes that defy logic, symbols scrawled in blood, bodies arranged in patterns that suggest ritual rather than mur

You found it on the street

I hear a rumor that was not true...