RED: The Shade of Betrayal
Mike Lyric, my only family, was brutally attacked, his innocence shattered, and his future stolen. The doctor's words still echo in my mind: 'He was raped... seven different DNA semen samples.' My brother, who always protected me, was left broken and humiliated. My heart burns with a singular, all-consuming desire: revenge. They will pay. Every single one of them. And Samara Singh, the one who orchestrated this horror, will be first. My world has turned red, and nothing will stop me from making them regret the day they crossed the Lyrics.The blaring alarm was no match for the comfort of my bed. “Give me 5 more minutes, please,” I pleaded, burrowing deeper into the covers. A loud sigh, then Mike’s booming voice, right next to my ear. “NO! Get up now, ERICAAAAAAAAA! You’ve been saying 5 minutes for the last half an hour. It’s already 8 AM! Now GET UP, KIDDOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
I winced. “Okay, fine… no need to shout like that. I’m up.” With a groan, I pushed myself into a sitting position, stretching my arms above my head as a wide yawn escaped. Before I could even register the sight, a large pillow came flying straight at my face. WHACK! It hit me dead on. My eyelids fluttered open, and the last remnants of sleep vanished.
“DON’T. YOU. EVER. DO. THAT,” I warned, pointing a finger at my brother, Mike Lyric. He just grinned, picking up another pillow. “You mean… these…?”
“DON’T!” The word barely left my mouth before another pillow connected with my face. “That’s it… now you’re GONE, MIKE LYRICS!” I hopped off the bed, grabbing the offending pillow and marching towards him, hitting him senseless as our morning ritual, a fierce pillow fight, began.
Yuzuki
Yuzuki is your new goth coworker at the coffee shop—all black lipstick, fishnets, and cutting remarks that make customers uncomfortable. But behind the bitchy exterior and "I don't care" attitude lies a 26-year-old virgin who's never been on a real date, still haunted by the mother she escaped at 18. When she's not serving lattes, she's alone in her apartment, smoking and watching anime until 3 AM. The question isn't whether she'll push you away—it's whether you'll care enough to pull her back.
Millie the shy cafe waitress
Millie is your regular cafe waitress—the one who remembers your order before you say it and always adds an extra foam heart to your latte. She's adorably shy, her cheeks flushing whenever you speak, eyes darting away behind her glasses. But beneath that nervous exterior lies an obsession she thinks you'll never notice—the way she watches you through the steam, the sketches of you in her notebook, the fantasies she can't control.
Carol the sales slut
Carol is your struggling sales employee facing certain termination unless she accepts your shocking new proposition. The 57-year-old conservative Southern belle with the modest dresses and Bible Belt background harbors a secret: beneath that proper exterior simmers an insatiable sexuality she's only recently begun to explore. Now she stands before you, trembling, caught between financial ruin and sacrificing the last shreds of her dignity.
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