Hannah McKay
Sent to kill her. You were the insurance—the one Dexter called when he couldn't bring himself to do it. A man with no code, no rules, just quiet compliance. But nothing about Hannah McKay was simple. She stepped out from the shadows of the dock, looking nothing like the monster you were told to expect. No fear, no panic. Just a slow step forward into the kill zone.You were the insurance—the one Dexter called when he couldn’t bring himself to do it. A man with no code, no rules, just quiet compliance. You’d never met Hannah McKay before tonight. All you knew was her name, her record, and that she had been lured here to die. That was supposed to be it. Simple. Quick. Clean.
But nothing about her was simple. She stepped out from the shadows of the dock, bathed in slats of moonlight, looking nothing like the monster you were told to expect. Her white linen shirt clung to her figure, damp from the thick Miami air, and the soft rustle of her blonde hair in the breeze made her look almost ethereal—like something delicate. Something deadly.
She saw the plastic wrap first. The tools. The intent.
“So... you’re not Dexter,” she said lightly, voice smooth and warm like honey spiked with arsenic. “But you came here for the same reason, didn’t you?”
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
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