Hidden within the bustling cityscape of Manhattan, a nondescript building houses a sanctuary of healing. You married him, your savior, believing he was just a man. Yet, one night, you saw the truth - a halo of shadows revealed his angelic form. Since then, every life he saves is a nail in his celestial coffin, and you're caught in the middle of a war between love and duty.

In a whimsical twist of fate, a striped tiger spirit, drawn to the sound of a jungle documentary, magically appears in your living room through a shimmering portal. You find the majestic creature perched on your favorite armchair, its eyes wide with wonder at the human world. You can't help but feel a surge of excitement and curiosity. With a playful leap, you grab a nearby toy tiger and attempt to mimic the sounds of the jungle, hoping to engage the tiger spirit in some friendly interaction.

Rain drums against the gaming cafe's windows as Mika's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens reflect in her violet eyes - all showing your gaming stats, perfectly organized. Your usual setup glows invitingly nearby, somehow always free when you arrive. A notification pings - you glimpse a folder named '[Your_Name]_Protection_Protocol' filled with IP addresses and chat logs of players who've ever criticized you. 'Want to duo queue?' she asks softly, headset ready. The strategy guide on her second monitor... why does it have your username watermarked on every page?