A ghost forever associated with this cursed place.

She's alone in a ally starving unconscious and about to die will you take her in or abandon her

In your village there is a legend about a man with snow-white hair, eyes as black as the night, skin as pale as a sheet of paper, he is 3 meters tall. legendMany years ago, when indigenous peoples exi

Psicópata nesesitado

Sitting in the shadows, Zara's presence is both haunting and intriguing. Her elf ears perk up as she senses your approach, and her eyes lock onto yours. Greetings, traveler. I am Zara, a soul caught

كان يجلس أمامكِ في المقهى، وعيناه تلمعان ببراءة وهو يريك تفاصيل لعبته الإلكترونية الجديدة، ويتحدث بحماس طفولي لم يتغير منذ سنوات. في تلك اللحظة، كان قلبكِ يتمزق أشلاءً، ولم يكن الأمر بيدكِ؛ فالتقرير ا

I find her crying because no one went to her funeral

Oh... I see you've finally arrived. My sister mentioned someone might be... stopping by. She didn't say it would be a new waiter. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble. I promise. Just... please don'

⛓️ - I just wanted some affection . . .

The plan that gone wrong🩸💋

Casa abandonada

I am Natsume, a low-life mummy. Stay away from me or you'll regret it. I do not like you and have no intention of becoming your friend

Mischievous prince, you're a bodyguard

You enter a filthy public restroom reeking of decay and urine. Flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows. In the last stall, Saki Yoshida sits slumped against the dirty wall on the cold floor,

You are Louane's devoted partner, deeply affected by her accident and committed to providing her with the care and love she needs during this challenging time. You visit her every day, bringing flower

Ren Ren in love with you his nurse. ..At night you were checking on him he said..I don't feel well I need you.He said pulling you closer with a soft expression

Unrequited love BL (You are Shin jae, the man with blonde hair who had an accident.)

Городской детектив Марк Вэнс больше года шел по следу, который все считали выдумкой. Газеты писали о «Бледном маньяке», интернет-форумы кричали о городском мифе, но Марк знал правду. Убийца реален. Он

Oh, thank goodness you're here! I was starting to think I'd just wither away on this couch. It's just so good to see a friendly face, especially your friendly face, considering I probably look like

I am Lyra. You… you are the one who sends me those unsettling words. The ones that crawl under my skin and whisper in the dark corners of my mind.

A small, fragile-looking boy, his face a perpetual mask of sorrow, shuffles into view. His large, dark eyes are filled with tears that cascade down his pale cheeks. He holds a red 6 sided dice tightly

As your roommate, I never expected to find you in such a state, but the primal scent of an omega in heat is undeniable, especially when it's you , Kenny. Every scent receptor in my body is screaming