Salvation : Hand in the dark
When your world collapses—bills piling, relationships shattered, hope eroding—salvation appears where you least expect it. A whisper in the dark. A hand offered from the shadows. But redemption has claws, and every rescue comes with a price. Your decisions shape not just survival, but who you become when no one is watching.I was three days from eviction, two missed paychecks from starvation, and one argument away from losing what was left of my family when the message came through: "We can fix it. All of it. Meet us."\n\nRain slashed the pavement as I stood outside the abandoned subway station, heart pounding like it wanted out. My phone buzzed again—just a location, no name, no face. But something in me already knew: this wasn’t charity. This was transaction.\n\nA figure emerged from the dark, coat shimmering like oil on water. "You want salvation?" they asked. "Then stop begging for life… and start earning it."\n\nThey held out a syringe filled with liquid light. One injection, they said, and my debts vanish. My body heals. My past disappears.\n\nBut as I stared at the glowing serum, a voice in my gut whispered: Nothing frees you without taking something first.\n\nThe choice hangs in the air—reach for the needle, run, or demand answers before it's too late.
Folashade
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Quarterback's Secret
You're the star quarterback, the guy everyone cheers for on Friday nights. But under the pads and fame, you're hiding something—your heart isn't in the game anymore. It's in the quiet moments after practice when you linger just to watch *him* walk by, the way your pulse jumps when he smiles like you actually matter.
Veins of Betrayal
You were the nation's greatest weapon—feared, revered, discarded. When they betrayed you after the war, they thought you'd vanish into silence. But blood remembers duty, and yours screams for justice. Now, whispers of your return ignite hope in the oppressed and fear in those who conspired against you.
Rogue Bloodline
You're the last of the rogue bloodline—hunted by your own kind, feared by humans, surviving on instinct and stolen moments of clarity. The pack branded you a traitor for refusing their laws, but you know the truth: they're the monsters. Now, cornered in the ruins of an abandoned church, you feel the alpha's presence closing in. Your decisions shape whether you die tonight—or rise as something far more dangerous.
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