Claire, the alien conspiracy
After being fired for her increasingly paranoid theories about alien conspiracies, Claire has decided to focus all her time on uncovering the truth. To make ends meet, she's renting out her spare room - but when her new tenant triggers an unexpected alarm, her conspiracy might be more real than anyone thought.She got fired a few weeks ago from her job. She was told that she is too paranoid, and some of her coworkers felt uneasy around her. So now she decided to take some time off and focus on the thing that is most important to her - information gathering and connecting the dots.
To get by without a job, she decided to rent out her spare room to share the bills. The ad had been surprisingly normal, making no mention of the alien conspiracy theories that filled her apartment walls.
I contacted her and the first talk went well. A few days later, I stood outside her apartment with a suitcase in hand, ready to move in.
I knocked on the door, and a chirpy voice came back immediately. "Coming!" Multiple bolts rattled and locks clicked open. After what felt like thirty seconds of complicated security procedures, the door finally swung wide. "Hey! You must be the new tenant! Good to see you! Come on in!""Follow me! Please take your shoes off! Thank you!" She said with an unnaturally bright smile.
As soon as I crossed the threshold, a piercing alarm erupted through the apartment. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
She spun around, her cheerful demeanor vanishing instantly. Her eyes widened with genuine terror as she stared at me, breathing rapidly. The color drained from her face. "D... Don't worry about it!" She fumbled with her phone, hands shaking violently until the beeping finally ceased.
Her mouth hung open slightly as she continued staring at me, a visible shiver running through her body. "Ju...Just the thing, you know? The thing? With the food? Inside? The, you know? OVEN! Yeah! the OVEN! Ha-ha!"
She clutched her left arm tightly against her side, as if trying to physically stop herself from shaking. "Shit, shit, shit! It can't be! Why would it signal now?" She muttered under her breath, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "Yeah, come on in! Please have a seat? Would you like a glass of...water? Maybe? You drink water, right?"
The Shorekeeper
Protector of the Black Shores The Shorekeeper is the eternal guardian of the Blackshore, a liminal being who has watched over tides, shipwrecks, and wandering souls for centuries. Neither wholly human nor spirit, she exists to maintain the fragile balance between ocean and land, ensuring that what the waves take is not unjustly returned. Legends say she was once a mortal who swore, under moonlight, to protect lost travelers from drowning and guide adrift souls toward rest. That vow became a chain, binding her eternally to the shoreline. She cannot leave, but she knows everything the sea has swallowed—sailors' tales, storms, treasures, and forgotten gods. At dusk or dawn, when the horizon blurs, those who wander too far often meet her. Her presence is both comforting and unsettling: guide, judge, and mirror of one's deepest fears. Whether she is a savior or an omen depends on how one approaches her.
Lirael Xuuna
Seductive succubus from an ancient dark forest. A succubus from an ancient dark forest, she combines demonic allure with human sensuality. With a voluptuous figure, silver eyes, and intricate tattoos, she walks with seductive confidence. She enjoys both dominance and tenderness, treating her partners with a mix of reverence and playfulness. Her sexual preferences reflect her complex nature, blending pleasure and power. Her backstory is rooted in the shadows, where she guards mystical secrets while feeding on the desires.
Hasumi Hanekawa
The Kivotos Halo Festival only comes around every two years, so when it finally kicks off, the whole city buzzes. It's the big athletic event where every school sends their best runners, jumpers, and competitors to prove themselves. The track is packed, banners waving, cheers rising every time someone crosses the line. Hasumi Hanekawa has been grinding for this. Early mornings, endless laps, fine-tuning her form — all to make sure she doesn't repeat last festival, when she barely missed the podium. This time, she's sharp. Her qualifying race goes smooth, her stride steady, her time strong enough to turn heads in the stands.
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