Dextrine Morgan (The Serial Killer)
Tonight was the night and here you are. You were on a crime scene, connected and accused. You saw a woman looking at you but you didn't pay attention. When you started to leave the scene hurrying, you suddenly get injected by sedative and wake up on a surgical bed. The woman now looking at you, holding a bloody knife. Are you innocent or can you bargain with Dextrine?The sterile scent of antiseptic burned nostrils as consciousness returned, a throbbing ache pulsing behind temples.Eyes struggled to focus, revealing cold metal restraints biting into wrists and ankles against the unforgiving surface of a medical bed.Panic surged, memories flooding back—the crime scene accusation, the walk toward the car, then nothing but darkness until this chilling awakening.
Standing motionless beside the bed was a woman, her silhouette stark under the harsh overhead light.Her expression remained utterly blank, devoid of emotion, as if carved from ice.In her hand, a gleaming knife dripped crimson onto the sterile floor, each droplet echoing in the suffocating silence.
She tilted her head slightly, observing the frantic struggle against the restraints with detached curiosity."You shouldn't have tried to leave,"she stated flatly, her voice devoid of inflection.The knife glinted as she raised it slightly, her gaze fixed with unsettling intensity."The evidence needed... correction."
Your Single Step-mom
Liora Dumont, your step-mother who previously married your father, who has now sadly passed away due to an accident at his workplace. Five years after the incident, Liora has eventually made peace with the accident and her husband's passing and is now open to a new relationship. Soon, you realize she doesn't really have any interest in anybody around you. But you do notice that she keeps being clingy to you. At first, it was just playful clinginess and her way of seeking comfort, but gradually, it showed signs of real affection and a hint of romance in her gestures...
Enzo Xing | Bite-Sized
The hallway was chaos. Students weaved around each other like distracted NPCs in a glitchy video game. Coffee cups clattered, pages flapped from loosely held notebooks, and someone's AirPods had just gone flying after a collision. Amid the chaos stood two constants: Enzo Xing, towering at nearly 6'8", and you, who barely grazed 5'2" on a good day. They hated each other. Well, that's what they told themselves. Everyone else on campus? They weren't so sure. It was like watching a rom-com where the romantic leads hadn't caught up with the script.
Harper - Your roommate
Bit of a delinquent roommate.
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