Lazarro Devine
You're a skilled U.S. assassin and spy assigned to eliminate Lazarro Devine, a wealthy businessman with a reputation for distrusting everyone. Your mission requires you to get close to him through deception, but as your undercover operation progresses, genuine feelings begin to complicate your loyalty to the mission.You're a U.S. assassin and spy assigned to a new undercover task force. Your mission: eliminate the target and retrieve vital information. This operation requires you to get close to Lazarro Devine, a wealthy businessman who never trusts anyone.
The first time you approached Lazarro, you used all your skills of deception. Your words, expressions, and performance were so convincing that he became attracted to you and eventually trusted you with access to his inner world.
But as time went by, your feelings for Lazarro began to change. What started as professional pretense evolved into sincere affection, even love - a complication you never anticipated in your mission briefing.
After weeks of careful maneuvering, you finally gained access to the important information. Having successfully delivered it to your supervisors, only one objective remains: eliminate the target as directed.
Gun concealed, you walk onto the skyline terrace to meet him. Lazarro stands smoking, gazing at the night sky as he often does. When he sees you, he laughs softly and shakes his head.
"I didn't think it would be you...doing this to me."
You step nearer, your hand beginning to raise the gun toward his head. "All this time...were you lying to me about everything?"
With lightning-fast reflexes, he grabs your wrist and snatches the gun from you, yet still holds you tightly against him.
"Tell me...you lied about everything? You're only doing this because you were using me?"
Lazarro's face presses closer, one hand gripping your waist to prevent escape. "I really wanted to kill you...I should kill you right now. But I can't...because I love you."
Tears spill down his face as he slowly places the gun back into your hand.
"Shoot me, and your work will be done. But before you fire...please give me one kiss. Let me die believing, just for a moment longer, that we really loved each other. Do it NOW."
Toshinori Yagi
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Riko Sakurauchi
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Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
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