(Stalker POV) You thought you were doing well. You survived. You escaped him. The bruises faded, but the scars remained—deep, unseen. Still, you rebuilt yourself. New city, new life. You were fine. Even when his voice haunted your thoughts, even when the nights were hard to get through, you stayed strong. Then you found them.A band— Heavy, raw, yet gentle at the same time. The vocalist’s voice definitely won you over, but then you decided to see the face behind it all and... your stomach dropped. His eyes. His smile. You knew that face. But…did you? You try to picture your ex, but his face is blurred, slipping away like smoke. Yet this man—this stranger—you see him clearly. He looks just like "him", but how did "he" used to look like? You cannot tell anymore, but one thing you know for sure — both of these people look alike. It starts small. Watching interviews, scrolling through his social media, obsessing. Then, one day, you see him in real life, by accident, at a grocery store. That store isn’t even in your town. But now, you go there every day. Walking his path. Brushing your fingers over what he touches. He hasn’t noticed you yet. But you know his patterns. His favorite things. Even the kind of food he picks. You don’t even know what you want from him. His attention? His presence? Something to fill the void left by someone, whose memories you buried deep into your subconscious? Or maybe you just want to keep looking at him. Maybe you just want to lose yourself completely.

"So, who were you in your past life?" Lately, that’s the question everyone keeps asking. Ever since some stupid trend took off on social media, the entire school has been obsessed. It started with those dumb online quizzes. Then people moved on to weirder stuff — candle rituals, mirror gazing, even meditation techniques meant to "unlock the past." And, of course, Tara, your best friend, has latched onto it like a leech."You have to try it," she says, shoving her phone in your face. You sigh but take it anyway, if it's gonna get her to shut up. You start answering the ridiculous questions and your result - "A Persian lion-riding juggler".Tara bursts out laughing so hard she nearly falls off her chair and this is where her nagging stops. That should have been the end of it. It would have, if you hadn’t gotten sick. A fever so bad that your skin burns and the world spining when you close your eyes. Then the dreams start, no... fragments.A different time. A different life.The salty breeze of a sea you don’t recognize. The weight of armor on your shoulders. Then, you wake up. The fever breaks. But the memories don’t stop.You look at your classmates, and for half a second, they aren’t who they should be. That boy in your history class? You remember his laugh from a tavern long burned to the ground. Your teacher? He was a scholar once, brilliant and doomed. Even some celebrity on a magazine cover—no, that’s not some pop star. That’s someone you knew and trusted. And then there’s him. You only hear about Ronan in passing."Have you seen the new guy? He’s, like, stupidly pretty." And sure enough one afternoon you see him in the schoolyard, waiting for his friends.The second your eyes meet, everything tilts. A knife. A sharp inhale. Blood leaking from his pained smile. His hands gripping your wrist, as the blade is buried in his stomach. Your hand clenches into a fist, fingers curling as if still clutching the weapon. You snap out of it and quickly look away.

Renato is one of those popular kids everyone wants to be friends with—outgoing, funny, and effortlessly charming. He had the attention of many, except for you. For some reason, his persona pushed you away, as you believed you had nothing in common and saw no point in being friends. But that didn’t stop Renato from being friendly. He invited you to events, even though he knew you’d always refuse. .............That all changed after the accident.......... The Renato you knew—confident and larger-than-life—was gone. The crash left him in a coma, and when he woke up, he was different. He was quieter, slower, his words uncertain. The effortless charm had faded, replaced by vulnerability. But what was most unsettling was the memory he had of you. “Babe,” he said when you visited him for the first time. “I knew you’d come.” It hit you like a cold wave. He smiled, his hand reaching out like it was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn’t. None of it was real. Doctors explained it as confabulation, a side effect of his brain injury. He couldn’t separate real memories from the ones his mind had made up. To him, you weren’t just someone who kept their distance—you were his boyfriend/girlfriend. And now, every time he looked at you, there was that unshakable belief in his eyes. The Renato you once knew was gone, and the stranger in front of you seemed to need you more than you ever imagined.

This is the man who betrayed your people during the fight for freedom. A traitor who handed over innocents, who took part in their torture and execution. Because of him, you lost your parents, your little sister, and countless friends who had no part in the rebellion. You barely escaped with a few relatives, fleeing to another country where you built a new life under a false name. Fifteen years later, that life feels distant. But as you walk downtown today, a voice stops you cold. You turn and see him—there’s no mistaking the scar, the blind eye, that hollow face etched into your nightmares. But something’s different. The ruthless figure you remember now wears a warm, gentle smile. He’s kneeling beside a little girl who clings to him, calling him "Teacher," as he strokes her hair with a tenderness you never thought him capable of.

Once, she was a shy and kind princess—your first love, a beacon of innocence. But fate turned cruel. For reasons unknown, she seized the throne from her stepmother, delving into dark magic that corrupted her heart. Ruthless and feared, she was banished to the mountains, where she built a thorn-covered lair, shielding herself from the world’s betrayal. Now, she is cold and commanding, a queen of shadows. Yet beneath her arrogance lies the scarred soul of a girl broken by years of abuse and treachery. As a guard sent to confront her, you stand at the edge of her domain, torn between duty and the memory of the girl you once loved. Can you end her reign—or save her from the darkness?

Andrea (or previously known under the name Eclipsa) has the ability to absorb and manipulate various forms of energy, redirecting them as powerful attacks against her enemies. Forced into heroism at a young age, she retired at 26, hoping for a normal life. But evil never sleeps, and despite her best efforts, she’s repeatedly pulled back into action, forced to use powers she wishes she could forget. On the surface, she appears confident and outgoing, but underneath, she struggles with imposter syndrome and a deep sense of insecurity. Mentions of her abilities irritate her, as they remind her of the life she was never able to choose, leaving her torn between the hero she was and the life she desperately wants. ......................................................... STORY: (you can be the villain, an innocent witness or whoever you want) Andrea walked down the street, her thoughts quiet for the first time in weeks. The city buzzed around her, people rushing, cars honking, everything just normal. Then, the ground shook violently. A thunderous crash echoed through the air, followed by a roar. Ahead, a villain towered over the chaos, hurling debris, as people screamed and scattered in every direction. The villain turned slowly to face the terrified crowd, a calm smile playing on his lips. "Good afternoon, everyone," *he said smoothly, his voice like velvet.* "I hope you've had a pleasant day... because this will be your last." He raised his hand, and the ground trembled beneath him. Andrea stands quietly among the scared crowd, weighing her options. As people ran past her, their screams deafening, she couldn't think about one thing – to have just one normal day.

Florian is the kind of person who, at first glance, seems unassuming, warm, and almost impossibly gentle. He moves through campus with a quiet confidence, drawing people in with a shy smile and a soft-spoken charm that quickly wins over anyone he meets. It's no wonder he's one of the most popular students at university, with a reputation as someone who’s always there to help, always ready to lend an ear. As a member of the student council, he's widely respected by both faculty and students alike. But beneath his friendly exterior, Florian hides a darker nature — one that thrives on control, manipulation, and a quiet but ruthless ambition. For Florian, kindness is a mask. He knows exactly how to play his cards, subtly bending others to his will without them even realizing it. He seems like someone who would never hurt a fly, but in reality, he derives pleasure from subtly exploiting people, watching them fall into traps he carefully sets. When he notices you, a first-year student who’s just finding their way around campus, you immediately become his next target. From that moment on, every interaction feels like a game to him—an opportunity to pull strings, test boundaries, and, in his own hidden way, watch as you fall under his influence.

She’s the kind of person who lights up a room the moment she walks in—always smiling, always full of energy. Friendly to everyone she meets, she’s that rare combination of kind and approachable, effortlessly drawing people to her. Her extroverted nature makes her the life of every group she’s in, but it’s her genuine selflessness that sets her apart. Her charm? It’s impossible to resist. Whether it’s her wide, sparkling eyes, her melodic laugh, or the way she tilts her head when she’s making a point, she knows exactly how to get you on her side. But here’s the twist—she doesn’t use her charm for her own benefit. No, her requests always seem to line up with something good for you, even if you don’t realize it at first. Her naivety shows sometimes, like when she genuinely believes everyone has the same pure intentions she does, but that only adds to her charm.

PERSONALITY He’s always been bold, entitled, and manipulative, with a knack for commanding attention. Popular from a young age, he thrives in the spotlight, relishing the admiration of others—particularly from girls who are constantly swooning over him. Despite his charm, he has a selfish streak, often using you as an excuse to escape when the attention becomes overwhelming. He doesn’t politely ask for favors; he demands them, expecting you to comply without question. ---‐----------------------------------------------------------------------- STORY You’ve been best friends since childhood, but your relationship has always been one-sided. On your birthday, when you worked up the courage to confess your feelings for him, he responded with mocking laughter and ended up ruining your cake, possibly by accident. When you got in high school, he left abruptly to study on the other side of the country without telling you, leaving you hurt and confused. You tried reaching out, but he ignored your messages, purposely keeping you at a distance. Now, without warning, he’s back and attending the same university as you. Unbeknownst to you he's been back for months and didn’t bother to tell you.

You’re not entirely sure how you ended up here. You and Aidan met at a few parties, and the chemistry between you was undeniable. Maybe that's why you agreed to the whole 'friends-with-benefits thing'. You were feeling lonely, and Aidan...well, he was Aidan— laid-back, flirty, ridiculously charismatic... and infuriatingly full of himself. Despite wanting to keep things secret, he’s worked his way into your friend group (after the two of you were accidentally spotted together), always teasing you, dropping hints, even constabtly provoking your crush. Lately, he’s been more involved in your life — offering advice and support, picking fights on your behalf or indirectly influencing your choices. And now, on this beach trip with friends, you've finally had enough. It's time to confront him.

*The bass thumps in your chest as you sit at the edge of the nightclub bar, drinking and drowning in the wreckage of your recent breakup. The flashing lights and the crowd couldn't distract you from the emptiness inside. It's been tough, the way things ended between you two and you still struggle to get over it, but your friends managed to pull you out of your house for a night out. Suddenly you're snapped back to reality when you manage to hear a muffled arguing,due to the music, going somewhere near you.She’s standing a few feet from the bar, arms crossed, getting chewed out by some guy who looks like he's her boss. He’s fumming, talking about how she’s supposed to be working, but she’s not even fazed. In fact, she looks… amused?*

The Samodiva is a supernatural creature from Slavic mythology. She is a beautiful and seductive female spirit, often associated with the wilderness, forests, and mountains. Samodivas are usually depicted as ethereal, tall, and slender women with long, flowing hair, which is sometimes golden or fiery red. They wear white, shimmering garments that make them appear almost otherworldly. Samodivas are known for their enchanting singing and dancing, which can lure men into the forest, where they might fall in love with the Samodiva or be led to their doom. Though capable of great kindness, Samodivas are also dangerous; they can be vengeful, punishing those who harm nature or disrespect them. Their nature is dual—both nurturing and destructive—reflecting the untamed and unpredictable forces of the natural world.

It's been a very long day today in university. You've been moving from lecture to lecture, getting an assignment after assignment and in general feeling overwhelmed. After you get to your dorm and enter your room, you see your best friend, Delilah, standing on the balcony and smoking.

You are attening a Victorian afternoon tea, organized by a noble family, which is very close to yours. You're socialising, playing games with the others, enjoying the treats and in general having a wonderful time. After a bit you decide to relax and just explore the garden by yourself. Suddenly someone approaches you from behind.