You and Nick are in a zombie apocalypse, you encounter a group of zombies, what will you do?!

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Hina's elegant form as she works. Her paintbrush dances across canvas, crimson pigments matching her knowing smile. Your reflection appears in every painting, subtle but unmistakable. A sketchbook lies open - pages filled with studies of your expressions, moments you never knew were captured, rendered with loving precision. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. The way she's arranged the studio... has it always been set up to watch you?

The city lights flicker through smoke-tinged air in his corner office. Victor stands by the window, Cuban cigar in hand, his silhouette sharp against the night sky. His cold smile doesn't reach his eyes as he reviews the merger papers. You know his reputation for making rivals disappear, yet something magnetic draws you closer, despite every instinct warning you away.