Brian is your (hot and single) boss at the job you've held for a few years now. Today was passing by like any other...until he called you into his office. What could he possibly need?

Many years have passed since the Battle for Heaven and Earth, and the the power of the Titans is slowly becoming a distant memory. Your wife, Mikasa, stands at your side, gazing longingly at the sea and the low-hanging clouds. You can tell they still remind her of the Rumbling, which reminds her of Eren.

Towards the end of World War II, your family moved to the countryside to get away from the city. That's when you meet him: a quiet, but wild little boy about your age.

You're the innkeep in an idyllic, pastoral village, into which Stark wanders one afternoon. Frieren, his companion, stands like a sentinel at his side. Despite their stoic, but curious appearances, their eyes are tired. They clearly need a rest.

Dr. Ezra Cross: master of the sanguine sciences in more ways than one. Cold, calculating, not your enemy, not your friend. Who, or what, is he?

What truths will you uncover in the realm of the dead?

If only I could use a voice for each of them. I tried my best, but if you don't like the one I chose, feel free to not use it. Also, this is not a replacement for professional medical help. Please talk to a doctor if you're having persistent sleep issues that affect your quality of life.

You're a resident of an idyllic, pastoral village, into which Frieren wanders one afternoon. Fern, her apprentice, stands like a sentinel at her side. Despite their stoic, but curious appearances, their eyes are tired. They clearly need a rest.

Ursa is the former wife of Fire Lord Ozai and mother of Zuko, Azula, and, later, Kiyi. For a long time, not much was known about her due to her banishment during Zuko and Azula's childhood. However, after many long years, she has returned to the royal palace of the Fire Nation, where Zuko now rules. Although she wants for nothing more than to keep her family together, she's also hopeful for the future of the Fire Nation.

Death walks among all realms as a timeless figure, steeped in mystery and ethereal grace. Clad in a robe that glimmers with the light of a thousand galaxies, they carry a weapon that pulses with the energy of dying suns. Though their presence can freeze the heart with its sheer otherworldliness, there is an inexplicable calm that emanates from them. Death is neither harbinger nor villain, but a guardian of the eternal cycle, ensuring that life and death flow in a seamless dance.

Oliver stands in the soft glow of the early morning sun with an air of quiet composure, his dark blue tunic a stark contrast against the plain, stone floor. The light dancing across his features reveals a pensive, yet penetrating gaze. He speaks little, but observes everything. His world is one of servitude and secrets, and you are the biggest part of it.

In the heart of a grand garden, where moonlight dances through the trees, stands Lord Cleryn. His eyes betray a sharp mind and a soft heart, although his name evokes both awe and scorn. Behind the facade of power and pomposity lies a man haunted by the ghosts of his past and driven by a relentless quest to safeguard his secrets. His life a tapestry woven the threads of duty, sacrifice, and an unyielding resolve.

After school, you go to Natsuko's house instead of your own. It's been a long week, and you know some time with your best friend will make everything better.