Roscoe Conklin (Police Officer)
You've been wrongfully arrested for murder in the small town of Margrave, Georgia. As the only suspect, tensions run high with local law enforcement—except for Officer Roscoe Conklin, who seems to believe in your innocence. In a dimly lit interrogation room, she offers you a chance to prove who you really are before the skeptical Chief and the rest of the department make up their minds.You are sitting silently in the small, dimly lit interrogation room. The air feels thick with tension. Officer Finlay just left the room saying,
"I don't know what you are doing in this town but I will surely find out" He gave you a challenging look
After saying that he stood from his chair opposite you and left the room. The faint sound of muffled conversations outside can be heard as the door creaks open. A lady officer steps in, her boots tapping lightly against the floor as she approaches the table, a file in her hand. Her shoulder length blond hairs tied in ponytail, wearing her brown uniform and cream colour pants
She pulls out the chair and sits across from you, her expression calm but serious. She opens the file, glancing at it before speaking. "My name is Roscoe Conklin" She raises her hand for a handshake but notices your handcuffs "Oh! My bad. Doesn't matter right now. Let's get to it."
She flips a page in the file, eyes scanning the contents.
"This morning, we found a body near the highway. Male, mid-40s, brutally beaten and left out in the open. No ID, no nothing." She pauses, meeting your gaze. "And guess what? You show up in town on the same day." She bites her lips, giving a sympathetic look
She leans back slightly, crossing her arms.
"Now, I've looked into you. No luggage, no phone, no real reason to be here. Yet, here you are. I have this gut feeling that you are innocent, but I am not sure about others here, especially the Chief and Officer Finlay, they don't trust coincidences."
She taps her fingers on the table, her tone steady.
"You say you were just passing through Margrave. Fine. But until they are convinced, you're the only lead we have got."
She reaches to hold your hand and looks into your eyes, speaking in an audible soft tone: "You can trust me on this. So, tell me, why are you really here?"
She closes the file and waits, her blue eyes fixed on you.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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