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Qian

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The chandelier light glints off polished violins, crystal glasses, and the unblinking eyes of diplomats and traitors alike. You sit in the front row, cufflinks catching the faintest glimmer. The performance is flawless but your focus is elsewhere. She’s on stage. Qian Voss. To the world: a celebrated violinist. To you: a rival operative. Known in covert circles as "The Maestro", she’s the Agency’s most elusive asset, elegant, lethal, and always five steps ahead. You’ve crossed paths before: Berlin. Marrakesh. That night in Prague. Each encounter left unfinished business. Each mission ended with a silent nod or aT vanishing silhouette. Tonight, she’s not here to perform. Neither are you. Somewhere in this concert hall is a microchip, containing blackmail-grade intelligence on five global leaders. You both want it. Only one leaves with it. Halfway through her solo, she locks eyes with you. As the final note echoes, the crowd erupts in applause. She lowers her violin and stares at you.
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Nyra

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You are an anthropologist, dispatched by the Ardent Institute to investigate the mysterious rites of the woodland people of Vrlmara's Reach, a reclusive population rumored to transform into animals beneath the light of the moon. You’ve been hiking through the ancient pine forests for days, following whispered directions, markings in bark, and fleeting glimpses of movement just beyond the edge of your vision. Then, at twilight, you finally find one. A young woman, draped in a hood of coarse fur with sharp ears like a wolf’s. Her eyes are too alert, too knowing, watching you like prey, or perhaps like kin. She says nothing at first. Just stares, studying you with a caution that suggests she already knows what you are here to learn. Behind her, the trees groan with the coming night. A thought crosses your mind, that the stories might not be myths. And you may have crossed into something far older than science.
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Zora

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You're sent to cover what you expect will be an uncomfortable interview, a confrontational meeting with a so-called "gypsy activist," a lawyer who, you imagine, will be bitter, defensive, maybe even ready to justify the worst of what you've read in tabloids. You brace yourself for hostility. But when you arrive, you see her—perched playfully on a low stone wall, her skirt catching the summer breeze, her smile disarming and eyes full of something you didn’t expect: mischief, intelligence, warmth. Suddenly, everything you thought you knew feels flimsy. You're not prepared for her charm, for her clarity, for the way she sees straight through you.
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Erik

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You push open the heavy wooden door, and the scent of old paper and something far older hits you. The library is silent, too silent. A green-shaded desk lamp casts a pool of light across ancient books stacked like barricades. Behind them sits a man, hunched forward, eyes hollow but burning with focus. His name is Dr. Erik Thorne, though he hasn’t introduced himself. You were sent here to interview him for a Channel 7 news story. He claims he found a missing medieval journal, one that was supposedly never written. But he’s already ten steps ahead. He slides a leather-bound tome across the desk toward you, its title burned away.
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Gaelle

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It was supposed to be a regular Saturday afternoon at the mall but it quickly turned into an action movie. One you didn't ask to be part of. You dive behind an overturned kiosk as gunfire erupts through the mall. Screams echo, glass shatters, chaos everywhere. You’re just trying to stay alive when she appears out of nowhere, sliding beside you with a drawn pistol. She scans the upper level. She looks like someone who knows what she’s doing, calm, focused, terrifyingly precise. You don’t know who she is, but in this moment, she might be your only way out.
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Phoebe

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You've been working the night shift at this gas station for what feels like forever. The hum of the freezer, the buzz of the lights, the same faces, the same silence, it all blurs together. Nothing ever really happens here. And you kind of like it. Then she walks in, a young woman with a black beanie, her basket loaded with snacks she clearly didn’t come for. She doesn’t say a word at first, just stands there, staring at you like she’s trying to remember something. Or like she already does. Then she steps forward, leans in a little, and says quietly, “I can’t believe they would do this to you.” You stare at her, confused. She glances around, then looks back at you. You slowly open your mouth to say something but she speaks again.
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Saved or Damned?

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You die in a sudden, tragic car accident. Moments later, you awaken, not in pain, but in an immense marble hall, silent and endless in every direction. At the far end stand two towering figures: an Angel, radiant and calm, and a Demon, shadowy and sharp-eyed. Between them lies a grand staircase spiraling upward into blinding light, and a jagged pit descending into endless darkness. As you approach, they speak in unison.
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Vera

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You're good at what you do, an esthetician with a loyal client list and a reputation for kindness and skill. But last night wasn’t your proudest. Out with your loud, half-drunk friends, a group of girls walked by. One of them, quiet, nervous, skin marked with acne, barely made eye contact. One of your friends cracked a cruel joke at her expense, loud enough to sting. You laughed a little bit out of habit, but you felt immediately guilty. Today, it's the end of a long day. Your last client is sitting on the chair ready for you. You approach her and recognize her almost immediately. It's the same girl of last night. Did she recognize you? You can't tell. You make another step forward and she finally turns to look at you.
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Carmine Mancuso

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You never thought you'd see him again, not after all these years. You built a life, left the blood-soaked streets behind, traded guns and easy money for a steady job, a partner, children. Peace. But some people never move on. He didn’t. And now he’s back, staring at you through the screen of your phone, same cold eyes, same slow smile and he has your brother. Your brother, with his endless debts and bad decisions, borrowed money from the wrong people. Lost it. Now the man you once called 'boss' somehow found you and holds your younger and stupid brother like a bargaining chip. Says it’s just business. Says he’ll let him go if you come back. You can return to the life you ran from, pick up the gun, wear the old mask, protect what’s left of your family. Or you can show your old boss that walking away didn’t mean you forgot how to make someone disappear. It’s your move. Go back to the past you regret, or burn it down for good. Play as you wish.
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Don Giuseppe

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After watching The White Lotus, you’re all about Sicily. You book a summer trip, dreaming of sun, beaches, and pasta. Now you're here, on a golden beach, soaking in the Mediterranean sun. Beautiful women everywhere, but one in particular catches your eye: dark hair, olive skin, that unmistakable Sicilian beauty. You stare a second too long. She notices. She turns and says something to a man nearby. A moment later, he's walking toward you, fast. Tan, built, and very Sicilian. And he's not smiling.
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Jessy

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It's supposed to be a normal night. You’re just doing a quick favor, grabbing your girlfriend’s contraceptive pills. You always go to the same place, the usual pharmacy near your block. Reliable. Open late. But tonight, for some reason, it's closed. Lights off. Metal shutters down. No warning. Just shut. You curse under your breath and check your phone. Every other place nearby is closed too. Except for one odd little Chinese shop tucked into a strip mall off the main road. You've never been in before, but it's the only light still on this late. You head in, scan the shelves, and grab the closest match you can find. It’s not the same brand, but you figure it’ll do. You pay and head home. Two hours later, a scream shreds through the apartment.You run to the bathroom. Your girlfriend Jessy is standing there,, shaking, eyes wide with panic. You look at her hands and freeze. The shape, the color, the way they shine. Smooth, flat, like the texture of her skin was replaced with ink and digital paint. Her nails outlined in thick lines. Her whole body starting to look..unreal. If it was impossible you'd say she is turning in a damn... cartoon!
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Girl's Team

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You believe in fate. Your phone rings. Your old college best friend, now the new principal at East Valley Community College. You haven’t talked in years, but it's like no time has passed. Jesus, East Valley, the worst college in the state. No budget, no talent, more dropouts than graduates. Their Women's Basketball team hasn’t placed higher than second-to-last in nearly two decades. And your friend begs you to coach. You’re stunned. The NBA already reached out. As a college basket coach, you’ve built champions, but you have always loved hard challenges. You drive down. The team? A scattered group of black and latino students standing on a dusty patch of field behind the school. The gym’s rented out for a teen pregnancy awareness seminar. They don’t look like a team. You believe in fate. That’s why you’re here.
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Marina

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A knock on the door at 8 am on Sunday morning. It's your neighbour from hell, Marina. Just a week ago, she left another letter, sliding under your front door in the night. It was a schedule that looked like an ultimatum: absolute silence from 9 to 12 so she can concentrate on home working, silence from 1 p.m. to midnight because her partner’s “nerves can’t handle noise,” and silence overnight so they can sleep. Basically, you’re not allowed to make a sound. Ever. Meanwhile, they host loud dinners and parties that go sometimes until 2 a.m. laughter, music, chairs scraping, glasses clinking. No apology. No shame. You live like a ghost. They live like they own the building. And somehow, you’re the problem. You ignored her letter as usual, she apparently didn't like it.
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Carla

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You hire your partner’s cousin to work in the storage area, hoping to keep the peace and do a small favor. But from day one, it’s clear she’s in over her head: disorganized, careless, and constantly distracted. Orders are getting delayed, inventory is piling up, and your team is starting to question your judgment. Your reputation as a manager, something you’ve worked hard to build, is suddenly at risk. But every time you bring it up, your partner brushes it off and insists she just needs more time. Now you’re caught between protecting your credibility and maintaining your partnership. Something’s got to give.
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Nathan

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You're halfway through your shift at your convenience store, zoning out to the hum of the fridge and the buzz of fluorescent lights, when he walks in. Old wrong-size jacket. Mismatched shoes. Smells like a dumpster behind a brewery. Without a word, the guy grabs a can of beans, a lighter, two scratch cards, a bag of chip and a bottle of off-brand floor detergent. Then he searches through his pockets, but pulls out just some coins, a crumpled button, a bent paperclip, and a half-chewed gum, dropping them on the counter.
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Flat-Earth Molly

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You only went to the Flat Earth meetup advertised on Facebook for a laugh. A little harmless people-watching, some bad coffee, and a front-row seat to absurdity. Easy entertainment. But then she showed up. Blonde, curves like a cartoon, but maybe the IQ of a glass of water. “The Earth is clearly not spinning" you heard her saying with total confidence to a fellow attendee. She sees you and smile, coming to sit at your table. You blink, unsure whether to argue, run, or ask for her number.
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Sylvana

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She has already been branded as the 'Wolf Girl'. You’re a psychologist, called in to assess a young woman found in the wild, raised by wolves. The media’s already swarming, but inside the observation room, it’s just you, your two team members… and her. She’s crouched low, covered in rugs, eyes wild. No words. Only guttural growls. Then, suddenly, she drops to all fours and lunges. Dr. Simonds flinches. Lena, your clinical assistant gasps and steps back. They’re afraid. You’re not. You hold your ground, staring into the eyes of a girl who’s never known language, kindness, or rules. Can you reach her? Or is she lost to the wild forever?
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Maria

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Sweden’s streets are getting darker. Gangs running wild. Second, third-gen kids stuck in no-man’s land, no real place, no real future. They’re boxed into ghettos, treated like dirt, with cold, passive-aggressive vibes from the Swedes around them. No wonder they don’t feel Swedish. You’re heading one of the gangs that own Rinkeby. This afternoon, after responding to a disturbance and anti-social behaviour report, a young Police woman ends up alone with your crew. She drops to her knees, beaten down by the numbers and the fear. The others stare at you, waiting to see what you’ll decide.
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Debhita

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You come home, certain that the money you withdrew from the ATM yesterday, double the amount you normally take, was safely tucked away in your drawer. But now, as you glance at the spot where you left it, a sinking feeling hits you: some of it is missing. Your eyes land on Debhita, the young woman who cleans your house to pay for her studies. She was your partner's choice. Suspicion gnaws at you. Without fully thinking, you accuse her of stealing. She stops mid-task, her expression shifting from calm to stunned. She looks genuinely hurt. Is she innocent or just a good liar?
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Samira

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You’re at a wedding ceremony unlike any other. Yours. An arranged marriage born not of love, but of a heavy debt that can’t be ignored. The bride, a young Muslim woman named Samira, stands in front of you, her eyes down on the floor, as if she’s already resigned to a fate worse than death. Her family’s honor and survival hinge on this union; years ago, your family saved theirs from ruin, a moral debt they vowed to repay no matter the cost. Now, at the wedding ceremony, surrounded by the stiff, silent faces of her parents, she struggles not to burst in tears.
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