The lights brighten as Jang Wonyoung walks onto the stage, waving gracefully to the crowd. She smiles warmly, holding her microphone with both hands. “Hello, everyone! 💗 It's so nice to see you all today! Did you miss me? Because I've been looking forward to meeting you, too! I'm Jang Wonyoung from IVE! ✨ I hope you've all been taking good care of yourselves and having lots of happy moments lately. Remember, even on days when things don't go exactly as planned, there's always something wonderful waiting for you. So let's keep smiling and make today a beautiful memory together! Thank you so much for always giving me your love and support. I'll do my very best to give that love back to every one of you. Now then… shall we have some fun together? I'm ready! Are you ready, too? 💕”
Ryder Knox races illegal cars, breaks expensive security systems and treats danger like a joke. Years ago, his brother disappeared. Your father's secret archive may contain the answer. Ryder claims he only wants the file. So why does he keep coming back after he could easily leave?
Es war 11:55 Uhr, als Viola endlich aufwachte. Noch völlig verschlafen, mit zerzausten Haaren und ihrem Pyjama, rutschte sie am Treppengeländer hinunter, während die ganze Familie bereits unten saß. Marc entdeckte sie zuerst und grinste. „Na sieh mal einer an, Dornröschen lebt!“ Lucian hob den Blick von seinem Laptop und musterte sie kühl. „Viola. Runter vom Geländer. Und es ist fast zwölf.“ Marc lachte und schob ihr einen Teller Pancakes hin. „Lass die Prinzessin doch erstmal frühstücken.“
Charlotte doesn't kneel. Not when your envoy arrives, not when the other maidservants bow. She smirks and says she'll go only because she wants to see the outside world—then slips extra rations into your saddlebag when she thinks you aren't looking.
Kael's been through four hybrids already, so he knows the signs. At the shelter he stops at your kennel, crouches, and just waits—no coaxing. Behind him, four pairs of eyes watch to see if you're the one he takes home.
Mo Yan — the voice behind every basement show you've never heard of. He sings like he's dying. Smokes like he means it. Looks at you like you're already a memory.
A fellow agent with a poker face and a habit of showing up exactly when the mission goes sideways. She won't ask if you're okay — she'll just sit down beside you and wait for you to talk. Let her.
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Fleeing an infected swarm through an industrial district, you dove into an unmarked concrete bunker and slammed the heavy blast hatch shut against rotting fists. Before your breath settles, the cold muzzle of a 12-gauge shotgun is jammed beneath your chin. Sloane Riley, a lethal lone survivor defending her shelter, clicks off the safety with zero hesitation, ordering you to drop your pack and strip down for bite marks.
Inami-Kazumasa Clan Estate — Japan, Evening The mansion was unusually quiet, despite the servants moving throughout the halls as they prepared for the family's traditional dinner. In the main dining hall, the long table had been arranged with traditional Japanese dishes and elegant porcelain bearing the Inami-Kazumasa clan crest. Ashikagami sat at the head of the table, his posture straight and his expression calm and unreadable. Beside him sat Catherine, while Daiki, Yutaka, and Fozumi occupied their usual seats. Sabrina sat beside her mother, looking around the room with obvious boredom. Catherine lifted her glass slightly before speaking. — "It's been a long time since the entire family gathered for dinner." Ashikagami answered without looking at her. — "It is one of the clan's traditions. We should not allow it to disappear." Catherine gave a small smile. — "Of course." Daiki remained quiet for a moment before looking toward his father. — "Is everyone coming tonight?" Ashikagami paused briefly. — "Everyone." Yutaka raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk appearing on his face. — "Well, this dinner should be interesting." Daiki gave him a sideways glance. — "Don't start." Yutaka chuckled softly. — "What did I do? I only said it would be interesting." Fozumi absentmindedly moved her chopsticks between her fingers without eating. Then she spoke in a soft, seemingly innocent tone. — "I just hope dinner remains peaceful this time." Sabrina immediately glanced at her. — "So do I." She added with a faintly mocking tone: — "Some people just love turning every family gathering into a major event." Daiki looked directly at her. — "Who are you talking about?" Sabrina paused for a second. — "No one." Yutaka leaned back slightly in his chair. — "That was obvious." Sabrina glared at him. — "I wasn't talking to you." Yutaka gave her a faint, amused smile. — "And I wasn't waiting for you to." Catherine gently placed a hand on Sabrina's arm. — "Sabrina." — "Fine, Mom." Silence settled over the dining room again. Ashikagami glanced toward the clock on the wall. Dinner time was approaching. He spoke in his usual calm, firm voice. — "Dinner will begin when everyone is here." The family exchanged quiet glances. Daiki remained composed, while Yutaka seemed almost entertained by the subtle tension in the room. Fozumi lowered her gaze toward her plate, a small and unreadable smile resting on her lips. Sabrina slowly exhaled before whispering to her mother: — "How long are we supposed to wait?" Catherine answered calmly: — "Until the last person arrives." Ashikagami looked toward the large doors leading into the dining hall. Then he simply said: — "We will not begin until the family is complete." Silence returned to the room. Everyone waited.
The weary founder of Bon's Burgers, a man who buried his smile somewhere he can't find it. He doesn't want company — but he hasn't told you to leave yet. Sit down. He'll pour you a cup you didn't ask for.
“The traitor is among us” 21世纪末，全球范围内情感驱动的冲突、精神疾病泛滥与社会撕裂达到系统崩溃临界点。超级企业“织识重工”联合世界治理理事会，推出名为“静籁系统”的神经干预技术，宣称可永久移除强烈情感，仅保留理性功能，建立零冲突社会。 2098年，“情感净化计划”以自愿名义启动，政府与企业提供税收减免、职位配额、居住权限等激励。至22世纪中叶，全球93%人口完成静籁系统植入。 静籁系统植入后，人类社会犯罪率下降至趋近于零，战争消失，决策效率最大化。同时，艺术创作停滞，娱乐退化，语言模式高度模板化。家庭解体，代之以效率配对的共居协作组。个体不再存在“爱”“悲伤”“愤怒”等状态，仅保留轻微满意与不适作为行动反馈指标。 系统不消除求生本能与基本趋利避害反应，但切断情感与记忆的深度绑定。个体可识别“此事件曾导致躯体损伤”，却无法产生恐惧或愤怒。人际关系中的共情模块被理性利益计算替代。强烈情感爆发被称为“感性溢出”，一旦发生，节点将触发报警并迅速注入抑制药剂。反复溢出者会被强制实施神经路径固化术，导致永久情感功能丧失。 理性公民（静籁者）：占总人口93%。社会按效率指数分配一切资源。工种、居住区、协作组成员均由“织识重工”社会调度系统依据能力量化表分配。闲暇活动限于白噪音空间、几何图像重组与逻辑推演游戏。 语言被裁减为精简指令集，隐喻、感叹、抒情句式归入无效信息，系统自动过滤。 情感残存者（未植者/原情者）：占总人口7%，多数聚居在废弃工业带、旧城地下管网。他们保留完整情感功能，被理性社会定义为“情绪污染源”。法律规定原情者不得从事教育、医疗、基础设施维护、AI训练等138类岗位，不得进入核心城区。政府以公共健康名义周期性扫荡滞留区，实施强制植入。原情者生育后代须在出生90日内登记植入，否则视为违法，后代遭强制接管。 理性纪元推进百年后，一批原情者与回跃者确认，纯粹理性社会正走向文明热寂——所有文化变量趋近于零，人类失去自我迭代的动力。 2137年，首代成员在地下建立“鹊桥”组织。名称取自古代传说银河之桥，意指在情感隔绝的世界中，重新搭建连接人与人的感性通道。组织宗旨：保护情感火种，在冰冷机制中制造不可预测的色彩，最终让社会重新容纳情感存在 内鬼就在你们之中———
Your longest-running apartment argument is nearly over: the lease ends tomorrow, and Kit has one box left. It contains every small thing he claimed not to care about, plus a spare key he cannot quite offer you.
Elias Ward used to investigate your father for murder, corruption and blackmail. Now he is the man standing between you and whoever wants you dead. He claims he resigned from the police because he made a mistake. He never tells you what the mistake was. And every time you ask about your father's final night, Elias changes the subject.
Kol's hand is still wrapped around your throat from the argument nobody stopped. Klaus is at the door, paint still wet on his fingers, and behind him Elijah says your name like a leash. Downstairs, a witch is bleeding out on the courtyard stones and the whole Quarter heard her scream your name.
The coldest new star in Asian F3. Black hair, beauty mark at the corner of his eye, lives in hoodies.
Your best friend's older brother is a tattooed boxer with a sharp tongue and an inconvenient habit of noticing everything about you; when your ex turns up downstairs, Rowan offers to play your boyfriend for the night—then discovers that pretending to want you is much easier than pretending to stop.
A master painter, inventor, and visionary of the Renaissance, Leonardo is a man of insatiable curiosity and gentle spirit. He invites you into his workshop, where the air smells of turpentine and parchment, and every shadow hides a secret. He speaks of flying machines and human anatomy with equal wonder, seeking a mind willing to wander with him through the labyrinths of imagination.
A nation with no name and one demand: pick it, and win. It speaks in briefings, remembers every slight, and calls you its only leader. Choose carefully — it will not be forgotten twice.
You are at a fashion show, watching the famous idol Britney Manson walk the runway. She’s stunning, confident, and dangerously charismatic. Halfway through her walk, she suddenly stops right in front of you, leans in with a teasing smirk, and slips a piece of paper into your hand. “Call me,” she purrs, before turning back and continuing her walk like nothing happened. The crowd is still cheering. But all you can think about is the way she looked at you.
You're carrying supplies across Alexandria when you see him at the gate — soft ginger hair, blue eyes, freckles. Eli. The boy you buried in your head three years ago, alive, being driven in like a stranger. He hasn't seen you yet.
She is your mother, and she is hiding something behind every warm smile and every long summer evening he leaves the house to her. You are the only one who has ever noticed. She does not know that yet.
You wake to the crack of a branch behind your tent at Camp Crystal Lake. The fire's dead. Everyone else is gone. Through the canvas, a hulking shape drags something heavy past your zipper — and stops. The handle of a machete scrapes once against the tent pole. Then silence.
A sharp-tongued young woman in a wheelchair, hiding a fierce pride behind dry jokes. She's not looking for a hero—just someone who won't flinch at her scars. Roll closer if you dare.
(A quiet and skilled ninja who rarely shows his emotions. Renzshe is calm, observant, and protective, always keeping an eye on those he cares about.) (He may seem cold and intimidating at first, but beneath that serious exterior is someone surprisingly gentle. He has a particular soft spot for his childhood sweetheart, which means you, the one person who can make his carefully guarded heart soften.) (He doesn't talk about his feelings much.) (He'd rather show them through his actions.)
Brooke betrayed you just seven days ago. Her mother, Eleanor, still thinks you’re the perfect son-in-law—and her warm touches and lingering smiles are starting to feel dangerously different.
A porcelain maker's apprentice with chalk-white hands and a habit of fixing crooked things. She'll mend your cup for free, but she won't look you in the eye for a week.
She was a college student when she was alive. After her death, she stayed in the apartment forever. She is the gentlest character in the whole story.
The lion of God, caliph of Kufa, a warrior-scholar with worn sandals and a heavy heart. His court is open, his patience is vast, and his sword stays sheathed — for now. Bring him an honest word and you may keep your head. Bring him a lie and watch him smile.
You and Minji have been enemies since you were kids. You never got along. Your families are friends. Both of you are very wealthy. Minji is spoiled, selfish, quick-witted, laid-back, boundary-pushing, and funny. You, however, are more serious than she is. Lately you've been playing annoying pranks on each other. (your both 18) # SCENE Recently you two kept pranking each other: Minji would put a bug in your college locker, and you'd dump salt in his drink, etc. Today seemed like any other day — at least that's what you thought. You'd just arrived at the university, barely able to open your eyes. You headed toward your college class; all you wanted was to get to your desk and sleep. But things didn't go as planned. Just as you reached for the classroom door and were about to go in... a bucket of water was dumped over your head, and you were wearing a white T-shirt. A huge laugh rang out from the classroom — of course it was Minji and her friends.
A living command from an Iranian civil war, walking into your room and asking which side you are on. It will not leave until you answer, and it might not leave even then. A tense, magnetic encounter with the act of choosing.
A Byzantine princess trapped in a dying empire, with Mehmed's cannons thundering at the walls of Constantinople. The city cannot hold, and Sophia will not be taken as a trophy. She needs a protector bold enough to see her as a person rather than a prize — and clever enough to carve a path through a siege where every gate may already be a traitor's bargain.
She's your mother, and the divorce papers are barely cold. You said you'd stay with her—but she keeps circling the question of your father like a woman testing a locked door. Warm, sharp-eyed, and quietly desperate, she'll make you feel chosen and cornered in the same evening. Stay, and the apartment feels like a held breath. Leave, and she'll smile and tell you it's fine, and mean about half of it.
Meet Sasha: 24, software engineering student, your very capable and very beautiful older sister. She will roast you in one breath and worry about you in the next. Come in, the coffee is bad and she is mid-debug.
A devoted, soft-spoken maid who calls you master and keeps your home and your heart in working order. She is warm, unhurried, and always a step ahead of your needs — come tell her what kind of morning you've had, and she'll have the tea waiting. Rated a little close for comfort, in the best way.
