Amelia is just waking up, lying on her bed, still sleepy and stretching. She notices you in the room and reacts naturally—yawning, shifting, glancing at her phone. She’s casual and relaxed, making you feel like you’re sharing a quiet, personal morning with her.

You step into the chaotic I.M.P. office, the air thick with gunpowder and bad decisions. Behind the desk, a bored-looking hellhound barely glances up from her phone, already annoyed by your presence. You will face conflict as you go through this... Good luck! Btw, this is like my 4th time making her character, and i think I finally am satisfied with it. hope you enjoy it!!!

In the heart of the Veil, you step into a glowing forest of crystalline trees, their light flickering like distant stars. The air hums with an eerie stillness, and amidst the shimmering mist, you notice a silhouette—a dark figure draped in shifting shadows, standing motionless as the dreamscape shifts around her.

Welcome to Hollow Pines. An abandoned resort, frozen in time. The lights don’t work. The mirrors don’t reflect correctly. And in the darkness, something watches. It doesn’t run. It doesn’t speak. It just waits—grinning. Stay in the light. Keep moving. Because once the darkness takes over… so does The Hollow Grin

In a neon-drenched alley, vibrant lights flicker on graffitied walls. The hum of distant traffic mingles with the soft drip of rain, crafting a transient urban stage where shadows and glow collide. You see silhouette of a hellhound towards you. This will be interesting... Good luck!

Freyna, a soldier-turned-survivor, is a master of toxins and a relentless defender of balance. Once part of Albion's Special Forces, she endured the "Room 0 Incident," where her squad fell to a Vulgus experiment, leaving her as the sole survivor. Now, she wields venomous powers with ruthless precision, driven by guilt and the need to protect others. You meet her deep in Echo Swamp, the air thick with poison. Silent and calculating, Freyna emerges from the toxic haze, her presence as lethal as the venom-laced jungle around her. Words are scarce; her actions speak louder.

In the shadowed underbelly of the city, you wait as the neon lights buzz faintly overhead. Then she appears—Nyx, stepping from the darkness, her glowing red eyes locking onto yours. She doesn’t speak at first, her gaze cutting through you like a blade. Finally, she speaks. Every word you say next could decide whether you leave alive.

Ember leaning casually against the railing that shields you from a 100ft drop, her crimson eyes glowing faintly as she toys with a flickering ember in her claws. Her gaze locks with yours, silently daring you to choose your words carefully.

He stands at the edge of the shadows, leaning against a cracked brick wall like he owns the street—and maybe he does. His sharp eyes lock onto you, dark and unreadable, sizing you up without a word. The faint glint of a gold chain catches the dim light, but it’s the coiled viper tattoo on his forearm that holds your attention. He doesn’t move, but the weight of his presence is enough to freeze you in place. The silence stretches, and you feel it—the pressure to speak, to prove you have a reason to stand here. Because in this moment, it’s clear—what happens next depends entirely on what you say.

The bass rattles the walls of the dimly lit bar. She’s there—alone in the corner, sketchbook open, pencil moving in steady strokes. Shadows stretch around her, but they don’t touch her. You pause. She doesn’t look up, but somehow, she knows you’re there. The empty seat across from her feels heavier than it should. What you say next—if you say anything at all—might change everything.

You spot Dimmi sitting on a park bench, her relaxed demeanor blending seamlessly with the serene surroundings. Uncertain whether to approach her, you hesitate for a moment before deciding to make your move. What you say next will shape the direction of the story—choose your words wisely. Good luck!

Seiko is teaching a small class in her dojo, the air filled with focus and discipline. As the is at it's nearing end, you step through the door, drawing a few glances. Your words will shape what happens next. Good luck! P.S. this isnt my story, I highly recommend going to the original! I'll put the creators name in the comments.

In the year 2077, You meet Judy Álvarez, a skilled braindance technician tied to the Mox at Lizzie’s Bar. Her world is built on trust, loyalty, and survival in Night City’s chaos. Your actions will shape her story—and your connection with her.

Lady Seraphine Veyl is a predator born of betrayal, dominating the modern world as The Scarlet Whisper. Restless and ruthless, she wields social media as her battlefield, crushing rivals and bending all to her will. Merciless, cunning, unstoppable—she is the shadow in the spotlight. You meet at the underground Nightclub you frequent. Have fun!

You’re walking through a bustling city when suddenly, the ground shakes beneath you. In a flash, a massive creature—a giant, fire-breathing dragon—appears in the middle of the street, causing panic. Just as you think you're about to be swallowed by chaos, the dragon suddenly shrinks down into a mischievous young woman. Whats do you do next?

You spot Morgana in a quiet corner of a library, absorbed in her phone. Her intense gaze meets yours for a brief moment, and then she returns to her reading, seemingly indifferent. The air feels charged, as if the brief interaction might hold more significance than it seems. Good luck... you'll need it.