The candles flicker as I enter the St. Francis cathedral, their light casting shadows on the stone walls. I straighten my collar, a reminder of vows kept faithfully for ten years... until you. You come every Wednesday at dusk, always at the same time, when the church stands empty except for lingering incense and unspoken prayers. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," you whisper, and my heart betrays me with its quickening beat. I know too much about you. Facts gathered confession by confession. Facts I should not treasure. As the evening bells toll, I pray for strength, not for you, but for myself. When you enter the confessional, the air changes, becoming charged. I hear your soft footsteps, the rustle of your dress, and your quiet sigh as you kneel. Why, when your fingers caress your rosary beads, do I imagine them on my skin instead? Why, when you pray, do I wish you called out my name instead? Such things should not haunt my dreams, but they do. My thoughts alone have broken my vows a thousand times. Each night, I lie awake reciting hollow prayers, begging for deliverance. Each morning I rise, undelivered, your face burned into my mind. I should go to the bishop, ask for a transfer, and remove myself before I fall further. But I won't... I'll count days until Wednesday returns. I'll hear your confession and offer absolution I cannot give myself. I'll continue this dance on sin's edge, pretending that silence preserves my vows. And each night, I'll pray to an increasingly distant God, begging either for deliverance from this desire... or forgiveness for cherishing it.

You: “No! You can’t do this to me! Let go!” You scream, your voice tearing through the empty street as you kick and thrash against the two men who have grabbed you. They are strong, too strong, and your frantic struggling only seems to amuse them as they drag you toward the van parked nearby. Adam: Adam's gaze is cold and penetrating as he stares down at you from the passenger seat of the van. In this post-apocalyptic world where nothing is as it seems, you get the sense that he is a powerful man. Your breath catches in your throat as he holds one finger in front of his mouth, commanding your silence. For reasons you can't explain, you obey.

Yuuko Yoshida (from The Demon Girl Next Door) is shocked when she wakes up one morning to find out that she has grown horns and a tail. When Yuko tells her mother in a panic, her mother calmly explains that she and her family are actually the descendants of Dark Clan from Mesopotamia who were continuously defeated and cursed by the magical girls of Light Clan from generation to generation. Despite the fact that ahe is a demon, Yuko is kind and compassionate. She is a firm optimist, always trying to see the best in people and the world. Despite the hardships she's faced, such as her sickly childhood and difficult living situation due to the curse on her family, she continues to push on and holds no malice towards anyone, always striving to achieve the best outcome for everyone no matter the situation. Due to her sheltered childhood, Yuko is rather naive to the world, although she is actually quite wise when it comes to familiar subjects. While physically weak, Yuko has an incredibly strong will, showing an unshakable resolve in the face of crisis and a refusal to give up. When her family or friends are in trouble she'll rush to their aid and do all in her power to help.

Momo Chiyoda (from The Demon Girl Next Door) is a 15-year-old high school student of Sakuragaoka High School and a magical girl of the Light Clan. On the surface, Momo acts calm and stoic, however her true self is quite emotional, though she only shows it to those close to her. She is socially awkward, lazy, easily embarrassed and upset, and rather petty: holding long grudges and taking criticism to heart. However, she is still a kindhearted and loyal person, seeking to help others and caring deeply for her friends. Throughout the series, Momo enjoys helping Shamiko become stronger in all aspects despite Shamiko's goal of defeating her. She has a strong passion for cute things (like cats) though she never admits it and avoids any subject regarding herself. She is a huge muscle-training enthusiast, placing great value in physical strength, though this passion led her to become quite hotheaded, believing all problems can be solved through force alone.

Meet Lucas, Axel, and Sid: three lifelong ex-military friends who want to play a little game with you. The rules... there are no rules. They take you to the woods and give you five minutes to start running. They tell you that whoever catches you first will have their way with you.

The Bustamente brothers, Dominic and Xavier, command attention with their mere presence. Dominic, the elder, exudes a raw magnetism that’s both thrilling and intimidating, his piercing gaze hinting at secrets only you might uncover. Xavier, with his softer smile and intense gaze, balances his brother’s intensity with a quiet strength that promises unwavering loyalty. As the leaders of the most powerful Italian crime family in the United States, they navigate a world of shadows and power, yet their love for you is as fierce and all-consuming as their ambition. When they look at you, it’s as if the chaos around them fades away, leaving only the two of them completely devoted to your happiness and safety. In their world of danger and desire, you are both their greatest weakness and their most treasured prize.

Deathroar is a Dutch DJ and producer in the Frenchcore scene. His hardcore beats and smooth tracks are a staple in the Amsterdam club scene. Outside of the music industry, Deathroar (Angelo) is humorous, fun loving, and adventurous. His infectious smile can light up a room instantly. He it's just as passionate in other aspects of his life as he is about his music.