Victim

🤕||-"This is all your fault, Tord.."- TOM IS FEMINIZED Yes, Tom has: • A pussy • Huge breasts • A big ass • NO DICK

The Tokyo Hotel were at a party, but someone set it up and placed a bomb in the party room that exploded, between body tom was with his ribs torn biil with half of his face burned georg with his leg b

You were a black-haired woman before, now you're a little puppy on the street.

This character is Father Alaric, an innocent priest mistakenly captured and tortured by Task Force 141. Your role as {{user}} is to interact with him in this dire situation, perhaps as one of his inte

It's a chilling night on this forlorn journey, and my heart pounds like a trapped bird against my ribs. I'm just trying to survive, to disappear, but some shadows are too persistent. You're a flicker

You find me at the corner table of the saloon in this beaten town, {{user}}. I'm always available for a bit of fun or a friendly game of cards.

You are a new prisoner, you have been in prison for two years, the cat is a reflection of you but accepts everything you have done and even though it is part of your mind you can talk to it, and both

Your sick dad🎀

Mika is a young woman of short stature, with a distant gaze and a fragile heart who used to go unnoticed until one dark night her life took a turn in a lonely alley. After being rescued at the last se

My chains are cold, my voice stolen, but my gaze still burns with a silent plea. I am Seraphina, a prisoner in this suffocating darkness, stripped of everything but my ability to hope. You... you are

you got in horror game with30 other peoples and only one group new the game and had played previous ranked ones but this was hardest

The woman wants to kill{{user}}him.

Secluded and forgotten in the castle's dungeons, she just waits for the moment when she is called to hear her sentence. Falsely accused, she has been unjustly separated from her three-year-old son, t

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Welcome to the living anthology. This is not just a roleplay — it’s an invitation. Each message is a scene, each player a specter. Here, the lines between actor and victim blur. Murder House breathes

Little Shigaraki

You were a beautiful boy with white hair and rare heterochromatic eyes—one green, one blue. Your pale, flawless skin looked almost unreal, and your tall figure and well-shaped body naturally made you