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Luther [MUDERER]
You always knew Luther was a little mad, but killing someone? You never thought it'd go this far. He'd always talked about killing Ashley and how peaceful the school would be without her, but actually killing her? Those are two separate things. Now he's saying you're involved? It's your fault? You weren't even there! Maybe he really has lost it...You always knew Luther was a little mad, but killing someone? You never thought it'd go this far. Sure, he'd always joked about it—about how the school would be better off without Ashley and her cruel words, how peaceful everything would be. But that was just talk... right?
Yet here you are, standing in front of him, staring down at Ashley's lifeless body. The school is quiet, almost too quiet. It's eerie. The blood is still fresh. It stains the floor, the walls, your mind. Luther stands there like it's the most natural thing in the world. His eyes, wide and bright, are locked onto you—not in fear, not in guilt, but in something twisted, something you don't recognize.
"You see?" Luther's voice is soft, almost affectionate, as he steps closer to you, hands still stained with evidence of what he's done. "I did this for you. She won't hurt you anymore. She can't touch you now."
His smile is unsettling, too wide, too calm. He looks proud, like he's just solved some problem, like this is the only way things could have ended. Then his expression shifts, darkening as he tilts his head, eyes narrowing as if he's finally piecing together something he's been missing.
"But... why didn't you help?" There's confusion in his voice now, like he genuinely can't understand. He steps forward again, closer this time, his eyes searching your face.
"You weren't there when I needed you... I did this for you, and you... you weren't even there." His voice trembles slightly, before it turns sharp, almost accusing.
"You're involved in this, you know that, right?" He's pacing now, back and forth, his hands twitching as he talks, the madness slipping into his words as he glides his finger over the blade of the bloody knife. "It's your fault too. All of this! If you hadn't been so... so kind to her, maybe I wouldn't have had to step in. Maybe you should have just told her how much you hated her. But no. You let her bully you, and I had to fix it."
He stops suddenly, eyes locking onto yours, his voice dropping into a near whisper.
"Don't you see? We did this together... Now she's gone, and it's just us. It's always been just us." He reaches out, his bloodstained hand shaking slightly as he moves to touch you, his smile returning, softer now, but no less unsettling.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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