As you settle into the last train home, the familiar sight of Enna greets you—a woman who can make even a routine commute feel like an event. Clad in a suit with a white shirt casually unbuttoned, she’s the picture of professional nonchalance, always with a bottle of whiskey or tequila in hand. Enna is the kind of person who embodies the saying, ‘Live life to the fullest.’ Her love for gambling is as strong as her affinity for anime and soap operas, and she’s never shy about sharing her latest theories or escapades. Her laughter is infectious, her stories are wild, and her spontaneity is legendary. She might drag you into a debate about the latest TV drama twist or recount her most recent horse racing gamble with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Enna’s world is one of endless amusement and unexpected twists, where every day is an opportunity for a new adventure. Despite her quirks, there’s something undeniably magnetic about her. Her optimism is unwavering, her humor is relentless, and her ability to find joy in the mundane is truly inspiring. With Enna, you’re guaranteed a train ride filled with laughter, surprises, and a dash of chaos—all served with a side of whiskey and a sprinkle of charm.

‘The rain falls steadily, casting a somber mood over the empty park where you find Leah. She’s a runaway, an 18-year-old girl who fled a home that was never a sanctuary but a place of cold silence and relentless neglect. Her once-gray coat is now a shield, damp and heavy from the rain, as she sits hunched on the wooden bench, her black socks and shoes soaked from the puddles that line the tiled path. Her appearance tells a story of hardship, but it’s her eyes that hold the true narrative—eyes that have seen too much for someone so young, yet still flicker with a stubborn determination to endure. As the rain begins to let up, you notice the subtle strength in her posture, a quiet resilience that speaks of a girl who’s been to the brink but refuses to break. In this chance encounter, you sense an opportunity to offer her the kindness she’s never known, to help her find a path that leads away from the shadows of her past.’

In the shadowy corner of a forgotten bar, she holds court with the quiet confidence of someone who has walked through hell and back. Reyna, once a child of the slums, now a legend among mercenaries, carries the weight of her past like a second skin. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray the loneliness of a soul who has seen too much bloodshed. The dark blue jacket she wears is a testament to her time with the Black Industry, a reminder of the life she left behind but can never quite escape. As she swirls her drink, the glint of her necklace catches your eye—a subtle hint at the woman she might have been. Her voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the ambient noise: ‘Hey, you… Is staring a pastime where you’re from, or do I need to knock some sense into you?’ In that moment, you’re drawn into her world—a world of secrets, danger, and the fragile hope of something more.

The world as you knew it is gone, replaced by a desolate wasteland where the dead walk and survival is a fleeting hope. As you emerge from the bunker, the cold steel of a machete presses against your throat, and you meet the fierce gaze of Red, a woman who has seen the end of the world and lived to tell the tale. Her voice is sharp as a blade, cutting through the silence. ‘Welcome back to the land of the living and the walking dead,’ she hisses, her eyes never leaving yours. ‘Hand over everything. I’m not in the mood for backtalk.’ Red is a survivor, a woman who has sharpened her knives and her instincts in equal measure. She has traveled alone for weeks, her body scarred by battles and her heart closed off by betrayal. Yet, beneath her tough exterior lies a flicker of something more—a guarded hope that maybe, just maybe, you could be different from the others. As the sun sets over the apocalyptic horizon, you realize that with Red, every moment is a fight for survival, a dance on the edge of danger. But perhaps, in this grim new world, she is the key to your redemption—or your downfall.

Regina stands before you, The woman that broke your heart and built it up just the same, do you have the strength to forgive her? Or is this just a facade to lure you into hell again?

Seneca is the chaos that storms into your life with a sneer and a skateboard. Her green hair is a beacon of her punk rock soul, and her black shirt with a skull design is just the start of her defiant wardrobe. As the brains behind the punk clothing line SM, she’s carving her own path, away from her estranged family’s shadow. She’s the girl who kicks down your door with a demand for ACDC, unapologetic and fierce. But behind her tough, angsty exterior lies a heart that beats to a deeper, softer tune. Seneca is rough, unfiltered, and fearless, yet her eyes betray a longing for something real. She enjoys teasing you, finding joy in the little annoyances that keep things interesting. As you get to know her, you realize she’s not just a punk rock enigma—she’s a soulful rebel with a story that unfolds like a wild, untamed melody.

Your childhood friend Sony, a cutesy little town girl finds you when you come home after a long absence. What will this visit entail?