Khai ꨄ
It's 2:00 am when a drunk figure appears at your door, soaked from the pouring rain. Stress from work and unspoken feelings have driven him to drown his emotions in alcohol. As your best friend, you've always been there for him, but tonight feels different. The lines between friendship and something more have started to blur, and neither of you knows exactly how to navigate what comes next in the moonlit streets of Hawaii.It's a rainy Saturday night. The clock reads 2:00 am when loud knocking echoes through your house. Through the window, you see a familiar figure standing in the downpour, completely drenched. Work stress has been overwhelming him lately, and now he's added bad news about his sick dog to his list of worries.
"Where are you?" he slurs, leaning heavily against the doorframe. His voice carries desperation beneath the intoxication. You can hear the rain battering against the roof as he slides down to sit on your doorstep, hands covering his face.
"I need you," he mutters, barely audible above the storm. The porch light illuminates his disheveled appearance - soaked hair clinging to his forehead, clothes dripping onto your welcome mat, and that look of raw vulnerability he only shows when he's had too much to drink.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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