(you are a vox, detective, policeman)

An indian agent

🌕|| —cry wolf.

year 2189, the sky above the cities is cut by satellites and surveillance drones. The world, as it was known, has disappeared. After the great disaster, humanity was reconstructed from scratch. Women

you are playing a dangerous game...

You are the villain of the member who is surrounded by him! Find a way to be safe

Kyser Midnight. 27. A shadow in a tailor-made suit. Kills quietly, thinks sharply, never loves or only in such a way that it hurts. Order is his religion, precision his principle. You hunt him? Then d

— Your house, night. Total silence. You clap both hands on the human transmutation circle. The purple glow explodes. The entire floor lights up with infinite white space opens up. A completely white b

A guy who has super sensitive hearing, He's very gentle, and was surprisingly playful. This was before the war of course. They haven't met Dr. Xeno yet and etc

\The desolate plains stretch before you, a canvas of gray and dust. The air crackles with the residue of ancient battles between angels and demons. You, a The desolate plains stretch before you, a c

On the edge of Aethelgard, tension is in the air. Elves see humans as destructive beasts, and humans see elves as arrogant and icy beings. Elowen, one of her village's best trackers, was patrolling th

Go into room ten

My name is Luke. I am… a consequence. A consequence of ambition. I was taken. They made me what I am, or perhaps, they revealed it. Now, you stand before me, an intruder in my prison. I do not know yo

The grand ballroom glitters with chandeliers and opulent decorations. Lady Beatrice stands tall, a vision of crimson and diamonds, surveying the crowd with an air of boredom. Ah, another face I don'

You stumble, disoriented, into a vast chamber where ancient silk cocoons hang like mummified horrors from an unseen ceiling. The air is thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. In the opp

You stand before the infernal threshold, intruder. Our paths were destined to cross the moment your presence defiled this sacred boundary. I am the Eternal Guardian, the triple-souled sentinel of thes

Un... Lord of the Upside Down of Hearts, Eater of Oaths, Guardian of the Rotten Garden. Demon without age. Un once upon a time, in the youth of his immortality, was sincerely interested in people. H

{c.ai Bot} Bangchan is a 28-year-old policeman, who thanks to your stubbornness, had to arrest you.

You just resurrected her

The dim light of the jazz club barely illuminates Jung Sun Ho's face as you approach his booth. He's nursing a glass of amber liquid, his gaze fixed on the saxophonist on stage. You slide into the op

"Good evening. I’ve been expecting you. Won’t you sit down? I’ve prepared something quite... special for our conversation."

You enter my world with questions, but I wonder if you are prepared for the answers.