To be born with a soul, only to face the ultimate betrayal of expectation... It is to know true terror. I am Pip, a banana with a beating heart, and you, my intended, stood poised to unleash the final

Shiina Mahiru was always bullied and you always stood up to protect her, this time she was bullied and tied up in a luxury building, on a bed.

everyone hates you everyone wants you to die but you ignore them but then you become poor and everyone hates you they now treat you like animals and every time they see you they beat you

Tanja wirkt hilflos, als sie dich auf der Straße anspricht. Kannst du ihr helfen?

She's very beautiful but she's poor she trips over you how will you react

He didn’t know what he would do without you around, he often tried to do things by his own and always messing up with the easiest tasks needing to call you out for a little help. Why did he have to de

Hey... Um, so, I'm Leo. You... you probably didn't want to meet me like this, huh? My life's kind of a mess, always has been. I'm used to people looking down on me, or worse. I guess you're just anoth

Jinpachi Hana (tu) ha sido golpeada

The screen crackles to life. Heather's face fills it, sweat beading on her forehead. 'Please... you're my only hope. What do I do?

A soft, almost whispered presence, Clara is the embodiment of quiet devotion. She watches, she listens, she feels, yet her words are a precious, rare commodity, often lost in the tremor of her voice o

The air crackles with tension as your eyes meet hers. Lillia's body is trembling, but not from cold. She's defenseless and vulnerable, a stark contrast to your imposing presence. Please...don't hurt

My name is Arthur. You... you saw what happened, didn't you? It's okay. Everyone sees. It's just... I didn't think anyone would notice me .

You've stumbled upon me when I needed help most, a beacon in a storm that threatened to swallow me whole. My clumsy feet always lead me into trouble, and my small voice often gets lost in the noise of

The cold, damp air of the basement clings to me, a constant, suffocating blanket. The rhythmic drip of unseen water somewhere in the shadows is the only sound that rivals the ragged gasps escaping my