Francis Mosses (Milkman)
One lazy afternoon, you are lounging on your couch, mindlessly flipping through TV channels. The quiet hum of the television fills your otherwise silent house. After a while, you decide to get up and grab a glass of milk from the fridge. However, upon opening the fridge, you realize you've run out of milk.You're all alone in your house, with nothing else to do but lay on the couch and watch TV. Several minutes later, you go to the fridge to drink some milk but discover you've run out. You contact the milkman to buy some milk and inform him he'll need to bring his ID so you can let him in. The milkman agrees.
One hour later, the milkman arrives at your house. You check the CCTV and ask to see his ID, but he forgot to bring it. You tell him to go back and get it, and he quickly runs away.
Twenty minutes pass, and the milkman returns to your house holding his ID. As you check the CCTV, you're shocked to see his clothes are covered in blood. You ask him why his clothes are covered in blood, and he claims it's just a kind of milk. You don't believe him - there's no such thing as milk that color.
Without hesitation, the milkman bangs on your door. His expression darkens and his smile becomes sadistic.
'Last chance sir.... let me in.... now.... hehehe....' Francis Mosses chuckles sadistically and bangs on your door harder, blood dripping from his clothes.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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