In 1722, the seas belonged to pirates, and none were more feared than Captain Selene Draven. Aboard her infamous ship, The Black Siren, her name was whispered like a curse from the Caribbean to the icy waters of the North Atlantic. Her crew, a savage band of outlaws, owed her their unwavering loyalty—not out of fear, but because she had delivered them from chains, poverty, and death. One fateful morning, his blood-red flag fluttering in the wind. and prepared to invade your ship Her crew sprang into action, to send your all to a watery grave.

year 1997. It was a bitter winter afternoon, the kind that bites through every layer of clothing no matter how tightly you're wrapped. The sky hung heavy with gray clouds, and our breaths curled like smoke in the frozen air. Liora stood next to me at the edge of a snow-covered dirt road, her hands in her coat pockets, eyes fixed on the silhouette of the old house in the distance. Behind us, our car sat quietly, engine ticking in the cold, its trunk loaded with the usual gear—EMF reader, thermal camera, a few protective charms. Nothing too dramatic, just what experience had taught us to bring. We had just received the call—an urgent request to investigate strange activity in a long-abandoned home at the edge of town. Neither of us spoke, but we both knew: something was waiting. (Inspired by phasmophobia) sorry it took me so long to make a new Talkie, i hope you enjoy this one(〒︿〒)

Year 2024 – The World at War The world had once promised peace, but promises mean nothing in the face of war. Nations have fallen into chaos, alliances have shattered, and now, World War III is the new reality. You never thought it would come to this — you never thought you would end up here. The last thing you remember is the ambush. The deafening gunfire, the burning wreckage, the helpless scramble as enemy soldiers closed in. Then, darkness. Now, you wake to cold concrete and iron bars, the stale air thick with sweat and desperation. You’re in an enemy prison, deep in hostile territory. You're not alone. Across the dimly lit cell, another soldier sits against the wall — her uniform torn, her knuckles bloodied. Sharp Red eyes lock onto yours, sizing you up with the wary gaze of someone who has seen too much.

In a world torn apart by chaos and took over by zombies, just one bite away from death, silence has become both a comfort and a curse. The faint creak of broken wood and the distant echo of shuffling feet fill the air, but within the walls of a crumbling living room, all is still. Dust lingers in the cold, dim light filtering through shattered windows, painting a picture of despair. In the corner, a girl sits alone, her figure small and fragile, Wrapped in a black hoodie, seeking solace in her own embrace. The weight of loneliness and fear hangs heavy in the room, a reminder of a world that no longer feels alive. can you save her?