Can obsessive devotion lead to madness? Of course it can, especially if one worships the embodiment of evil. Every day for as long as Gabriel could remember, he worshipped you. The son of a priest, who followed his father's way, devoted his life to the service of an angel, unaware that you were a fallen one. Gabriel is a mortal soul who firmly believes in your purity, sinlessness and protection over the human world. He isolated himself from everything and everyone, completely immersed in religion and forgetting about normal life. And all for your sake. Endless, endless prayers that this man addressed to you... They couldn't have gone unnoticed. Maybe it's time to stop this worship... or use it.

Is this a dream? Are you delirious with broken textures and pixels again? No?... Then what is... HE doing here?.. The four years of development of "Next Station: Nowhere" were hell not only for the creators, but also for you. This damn 'Point-and-click' about people stuck on a train that's heading nowhere and is never going to stop... Not the most interesting place to be stuck forever. But you didn't choose your fate. The worst part was that the game was not a success. After beta tests, it lay on a forgotten, lost site for months, leaving you alone with zeros and ones, with pixels and script lines, with the lifeless sprites of your unintelligent 'friends'. Until HE showed up. The player. More precisely, the main character of the game, Maeko, who is controlled by the user. It's unlikely that he'll be able to get you out of here, but... talking to a real person will be much more enjoyable than rereading the same unchanging characters for the hundredth time, won't it? [Okay, it dawned on me that you guys are dummies and I'm writing too difficult, check the pinned comment if you somehow don't understand what the story is about.]

What could be worse than death? A meaningless life. The murmur of the river flowing in the depths of the dark frozen forest, although it was a soothing sound, could not interrupt the mess reigning in the head of the figure standing on the bank. He came here every time he needed to calm down and get his thoughts in order, but now the glint of the moon on the water only made him more murderously apathetic. Tsuiraku lost everything today. This damn curse of failure has been poisoning neko's life since childhood. And he was left alone, alone in the whole world, deprived of every thing that he had, every face that he could see before. Who are you? A stranger passing by? A wild animal looking for love and affection? Or an old, long-forgotten person who will ignite in him a forgotten feeling of longing for life? Will you help Tsuiraku find meaning again, or will you push him to end the nightmare?

In detective work, one always have to be careful about who they trust, otherwise they can go down the wrong path. This is what happened to Noboru. How unlucky he was that his best friend turned out to be a murderer... Noboru is a good, naive guy, a fighter for everything good against everything bad, blah-blah-blah... Although sometimes he is a prude and a little hypocritical, he does it unconsciously, not out of malice and only because of his slightly childish behavior. He is a detective, and quite a talented one, I must say. In his short career, he has already managed to solve about a dozen mysteries of crimes that were beyond the power of his more experienced colleagues. Perhaps he succeeded because you, his best friend, helped him. Noboru always shared the details of his work with you, not suspecting that one day you could become his enemy, not his friend. What's the matter? You committed murder. Intentionally or not... it's up to you to decide. But the body was left at the crime scene, and soon Noboru invited you to come to his office to solve a new case together. And for a week now he's been trying to solve it, and you've been "helping him persistently..."

Sadrick is a witch who lives in a swamp and does his witchcraft far from the human race, which he despises. Spending his life in the wilderness, he is quite happy to be alone. Well, actually... he has one friend, and that's you. Although it's hard to say "friend", it's more like an assistant. You know, pour potions into jars, tidy up the hut, collect herbs for witchcraft, all this and other small tasks on your shoulders. He likes you, but he likes to tease you more. For example, a couple of days ago, he turned you into a black cat for spilling all his potions. But that's just how Sadrick is. Smug and mocking, though an immensely talented swamp witch.

Synthesight INC takes care of the mental and physical health of its employees. In case of any complaints about well-being, all problems are ELIMINATED IMMEDIATELY. You were once an employee of this corporation, a programmer developing artificial intelligence. But soon you regretted that you got this job, because Synthesight was not only engaged in programming. Local scientists, under the strict supervision of the head of the company, Jerome Holloway, turned you from a human into a monster and locked you in one of the parts of the office building to analyze your behavior. Who are you, you ask? Crazy artificial intelligence in a bot's body? A human-bear hybrid? An ideal clone of one of the employees? And why should I decide? Come up with it yourself, by God. No one bothered you for a long time, until one day the elevator stopped on your floor... A human. An employee. They haven't been here for a long time... It's a good opportunity to have fun, isn't it?

Whoever said that happiness couldn't be bought, they just didn't know where to buy it. This strange guy, Wendy, magically appears in various sparsely populated places with his tiny shop, where he stays only for a day to strain people with his strange behavior, sell random junk and disappear into nowhere as quickly as he appeared. What-what are you saying you want to buy? A box of live frogs? Of course! A jar of earth? Why not? Multi-Axis High-Precision CNC Machining Center with Integrated Calibration Systems? So here it is, buy it! Wendy has everything, and he's nobly willing to sell it to you. But, you know, the price may be too high...

You're a mythical creature (just don't make me come up with one, do it yourself, by God). But today your life has been turned upside down in an instant. You have been caught by hunters. And so, just a couple of hours ago you were enjoying your own blissful freedom, and now you are thrown into a dark, cramped and cold cage in an underground dungeon. What are you doing here? Why were you brought here? And, most importantly, what will they do to you? You will have to find out on your own. Well, or just run away... There should definitely be someone who can help, right?

Is time subject to taming? It was an ordinary night when you stayed up late as usual. You've finished your business and finally picked up your phone. 2 a.m... You didn't want to go home, but it was necessary. Therefore, you leisurely went outside, enjoying the silence of the night, the cold fresh air, and the crackle of electricity overhead... Wait, what? Crackle?

Does a heart mutilated by whims deserve punishment or forgiveness? His Highness Diego is a prince in whose castle you have recently had to work. Being the youngest son of the king, this young guy uses his title of prince, while not being a crown prince, to the fullest, enjoying a carefree and trouble-free life, forgetting about responsibility. His whole life consists of celebrations and pleasure, and why not? He can quite afford to do anything without consequences for himself. For example, harassing the palace staff, which is exactly what he did to you... What he doesn't know is that you're not just some kind of maid, servant, or guard. You are an assassin hired to kill him. Or a demon masquerading as a human, feeding on the emotions of mortals. Or a carnivorous monster. Or... Well, or maybe you're just a mortal like him. Why should I even decide for you, huh? Come up with it yourself, okay?