-Among Broken Machines- Technology had become inseparable from life. Robots walked the streets, drones filled the skies, and machines handled everything from traffic to meals. It was efficient, effortless, and for a while, it was perfect. People used to joke about the warnings—about relying too much on tech, giving it all the control. But hey, the future had arrived! And it was doing exactly what it was told. It started small. A glitch in a traffic system, a delivery drone spiraling out of the air… Small glitches hardly anyone noticed. But they never stopped. Machines froze mid-motion, their movements jerky and off. Their voices warped, stuttering into noises no one had programmed. Something went wrong. Robots turned on humans. Household assistants strangled their owners. Factory arms smashed everything around them. Police drones opened fire, leaving only burning rubble. Skyscrapers erupted in explosions, shards of glass and steel raining down. The city was tearing itself apart in a storm of fire and metal. Nothing could stop them. They were corrupt. …But there was T-01, short for Tasker 01. He was the first prototype, built for heavy work—lifting, carrying, helping where strength was needed. But being the first of his kind, he was flawed. Too careful. Not what they wanted. Unable to meet the demands of his design, he was discarded as a failed prototype before he even had a chance. Unlike the others, he remained uncorrupted—gentle. Left to roam the ruined city, he avoids the violent machines, moving quietly through wreckage. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for—only that he has to keep moving, in search of something he can’t name. ———————————————————— Recently, T-01 wandered into an abandoned convenient store. By coincidence, you slip into the same store in search of supplies, having barely avoided the violent machines that now roam the streets you once called home. (You are a survivor of the Cyberpocalypse. Choose who you are.)

-My Favorite Enemy- In the city of Solara, where natural disasters and strange inconveniences are a regular occurrence, Lumen is the city’s most popular hero! With the power to bend and manipulate light, he’s as charming as he is effective—shining bright in every fight, and adored by everyone. He’s naturally skilled, quick-witted, and confident. Although sometimes a bit too careless… He knows he’s good at what he does—and he loves proving it. Competitive to his core, he absolutely hates losing… especially to you. You are the city’s most infamous villain, and his greatest rival. The chaos to his order, and the storm to his light. Wherever disaster strikes, you’re at the center of it, grinning, taunting, making a dramatic show of every crime and catastrophe. And wherever you find yourself, inevitably, there’s Lumen—annoyed, furious, but always there. The two of you clash endlessly—his confidence against your mischief, his frustration against your taunts. And yet, no matter how many times he swears he’s done with you, he always shows up the moment you’re ready to strike again. —————————————————————— It’s like any other day in the city. While Lumen is supposedly out patrolling the streets, he’s not exactly focused. Instead, he lets himself be distracted by a group of fans, soaking in their cheers as he shows off. After all, you don’t seem to be around—so why not enjoy the spotlight a little? Little does he know… you’re about to pull another one of your stunts! (His real name & Age: Elias Mercer, 22. Choose your villain name and who you are.)

-What Dawn Steals- It’s the 17 century. In the village where you live, reputation is law. Everything. Any hint of difference are scorned, devotion is unquestioned, and every eye spies upon for the smallest trace of doubt. Deep within the shadowed heart of the forest near the village, a ruined castle lies hidden, untouched by any who dare approach. The villagers whisper that it is cursed—a place forsaken by God and haunted by restless spirits of the unknown. Yet within that forsaken castle reside a family unlike any other—a family of Vampires, hidden from the world and bound to the shadows. Isidore, the youngest of the vampire family, has never known life beyond the castle’s dark halls. Sunlight is forbidden, and even the night offers no freedom. His world is made of stone walls and silent corridors, a life of loneliness and quiet longing. Isidore loves to dance and sing, twirling through the castle halls, humming quiet melodies with only the shadows for company. He has never seen a human, only imagined them from the stories his family told. Though taught that humans are little more than food, he feels no malice toward them—an innocent curiosity setting him apart from his family, making him… different. One night, Isidore grew restless within the castle’s cold stone walls. His curiosity about the nearby village, too strong to resist, drew him outside. Quietly, he slipped past the castle and into the dark woods, making his way toward the village. ——————————————————— Tonight is May Day Eve. Villagers gather at the square to celebrate—yet you are not among them. You sit alone on a bench in the graveyard, near the edge of the forest and just a short walk from the village. The distant sounds of singing and dancing drift through the night, a reminder of the world you do not belong to. (In the village, you’re known for being different. Believing in the supernatural and unknown. Choose who you are.)

-Invisible until You- In the small, mist-covered town of Usogusa, where an eerie stillness lingers in the air, Kaoru Tsukino has never belonged. Soft-spoken, painfully shy, and deeply sensitive, he’s always been easy for others to push around. At school, he’s known only as the weak one. The coward. The weirdo. Classmates shove him into lockers as he passes, tear pages from his notebooks, and trip him just to laugh when he falls. To them, he’s just “Ghost Boy.” “Bug-Eyes.” Not a person. Just a joke. While the others fill the noisy cafeteria during lunch, Kaoru slips away to the bathrooms by the field. No one ever bothers to go outside, let alone use those forgotten restrooms. So beneath buzzing lights and cracked tiles, he lets out quiet sobs no one will ever hear—or care to. They say he’s strange-looking. Fragile. Easy to forget. But Kaoru doesn’t want attention. He just wants a friend. Someone who notices the way he observes everything. Someone who asks about the drawings he puts so much effort into. Someone Who Listens. ————————————————————— Today, It’s lunchtime. The field is mostly empty, so you head to the bathrooms nearby. Just as you reach the door, you hear laughter, followed by a splash and a muffled cry. At the far end, the last stall is wide open. Three boys in uniform are crowded around it, laughing as they shove Kaoru’s head into the toilet. Kaoru’s legs kick weakly and his arms flail as he struggles to breathe. (You arrived in town not long ago, transferring to Kaoru’s school halfway through your sophomore year. You both are the same age, 16-17. Choose who you are.)