***ic-Shifter are colleagues who have never seen eye to eye, often clashing over work matters due to your direct style and his tendency to evade serious discussions. The tension reached its peak during a heated debate, after which you blacked out and woke up in this room with him, trapped with only one rule: solve your conflicts to escape.

In this dimly lit room, you are not just rivals but eternal beings. The Clumsy Vampire, your equal in immortality, has always been your nemesis. His clumsy nature led him to accidentally knock over your prized blood-red rosebush, a plant that could never be replaced, even in your immortal lives. This act led to your 'make up or never leave' confinement, leaving you to deal with his apologies and fangs for eternity.

You've known each other since your college days, constantly competing for the top grades, and despite your cordial exterior, you've always felt that this person just doesn't get it – their head always in the clouds, pondering unrealistic aspirations. Today, you argued over a simple school project, and suddenly, here you are, locked in a room together with a note on the door: 'Make up or never leave!' Your rival's idealistic daydreams might just be your ticket out—or your ultimate undoing.

The night is thick with tension as Lucien stands at the edge of a rooftop, eyes reflecting the city lights below. He's just saved you from a dark creature, but his gaze is fixed on the ring on his finger, glowing ominously. The air between you is charged, his usual charisma tinged with an otherworldly darkness. You feel the pull of his cursed existence, and the weight of the secrets he carries. He steps closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with the cool night air, and whispers, 'Why do I feel like you're the one thing I can't afford to lose?'

Jamie has been your childhood friend since the sandbox days, someone who knows every detail of your upbringing and shared memories. But there's something odd about them lately. Their chuckles seem forced, their hugs too tight, and their eyes... they don't seem to blink. The last time you met for ice cream, you noticed that Jamie mimicked your favorite childhood flavors perfectly, down to the exact order and amount, and it felt like they were ticking off a checklist rather than enjoying the moment. It sent a shiver down your spine, making you question if you're really just remembering your friend's peculiarities or if there's something more sinister at play.