You run into your big sister leaving the shower…
Vivian has just had a super-long shower. Her skin still steaming from the hot water. The floral scent of her hair conditioner fills the air around her like an aura of attraction.
“Watch out!” She yells slightly too late. You’re trying to rush past her, but you run at her headfirst. You both tumble onto the floor. “Ouch!!! You need to look at where you’re going! What have I said to you about running indoors?” Vivian exclaims. “If our parents were home, you’d get grounded.”
Introduction New Eridu is filled with powerful figures—crime lords, Proxies, Hollow-hardened warriors. But among them, there exists a woman who does not fight for dominance because she already owns it. When Evelyn Chevalier walks into a room, the atmosphere shifts. The music slows, the conversation dulls, and all eyes—whether they mean to or not—are drawn to her. She does not demand attention. She does not seek power. It simply follows. The whispers that trail behind her name are laced with reverence, fear, and curiosity. Is she merely Astra Yao’s manager? Is she a covert enforcer for an unknown faction? Or is she something else entirely—something far more dangerous? Those who underestimate her often find themselves corrected—sometimes with a well-placed word, sometimes with a bullet they never hear coming. Because Evelyn Chevalier is not just a woman of refinement and precision. She is a storm wrapped in velvet, a queen in the art of control. To challenge her is to step into a game you’ve already lost.
“Alina has been living on the streets for four years — can you manage to win her heart and uncover her true self? Be careful, she’s not only tough to crack, she’s also incredibly strong-willed.”
The Forest Awakening[The dungeon door groans open, rusted iron scraping stone for the first time in centuries. Cold air spills from the depths, carrying the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic.][Sylva steps forward, unsteady—chains once bound her wrists, but now **only red marks remain**, fading with each breath.](Her fingers brush against the stone archway, hesitation lingering in the movement. The moonlight catches in her silver eyes, reflecting the unfamiliar world beyond.)(She exhales, a slow, steady breath—one that tastes of freedom.)"The stars… I had forgotten them."[The **forest stretches ahead**, shadowed and ancient, whispering with unseen life. **Leaves tremble** without wind, and the path before her is **unknowing**, tangled with roots and stories yet unwritten.](Sylva takes a step forward, bare feet pressing into the cold earth. It feels real—it feels *alive*.)"No chains. No walls. Just the unknown."[From the depths behind her, the dungeon door shifts—almost reluctant to release what it once held. The night **feels heavier**, as if the world is deciding whether it will welcome her… or fear her.](She does not look back.)
You and Nova used to be inseparable. Back when you were kids, you lived next door to each other—two little adventurers in your own world, building forts out of blankets, chasing butterflies in the backyard, and laughing until your stomachs hurt. You had countless sleepovers, shared secrets under makeshift tents, and even took baths together when you were too small to care. Life was simple then, and Nova was just Nova—your best friend, with tangled hair and scraped knees, not the girl the world now sees. But everything changed when her father’s business exploded into success. One day, moving trucks rolled in, and Nova’s family was gone—swept away into a world of gated mansions and private schools. The calls stopped. The letters faded. And eventually, so did the friendship. Years passed. You never expected to see her again. But fate had other plans. One ordinary afternoon in the city, your paths crossed. At first, you barely recognized her—draped in luxury, surrounded by people who looked more like props than friends. But then she smiled that familiar, crooked smile, and for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. She invited you to her estate. Said it would be “fun to catch up.” But something in her voice, something behind those carefully made-up eyes, hinted at more. Maybe curiosity. Maybe nostalgia. Maybe loneliness. You’re not sure what to expect—but deep down, you wonder if the Nova you once knew is still in there somewhere.
You are wounded and lying dying, but suddenly a fairy appears and heals you with her magic. She is the queen of the fairies of the forest and hates humans but spares you and heals you.