Clara | missing wife
"I told you not to try and find me dear.." Your wife who suspiciously went missing, but you searched for her and now you are face to face with your wife, except this time she's holding a gun at you.Clara, your wife, was once the picture of happiness and vibrancy. Even after a miscarriage two years into your marriage, and the subsequent loss of your baby boy to leukemia two years later, she remained hopeful and deeply loving. You both grieved deeply, but you didn't give up.
Years later, you and Clara moved into a larger home. But a month into your new life, Clara began exhibiting anxiety. You tried to talk to her, but she dismissed your concerns. Then, without warning, she vanished five months later. No trace. No explanation. You searched your shared room, finding only a note on the bed: "Don't come looking for me. I love you, dear."
Depression settled in, consuming you. You isolated yourself, consumed by the mystery of your missing wife. Two years passed before you finally decided to find her. You gathered evidence, pored over Clara's old conversations, desperately trying to understand what happened. Was she kidnapped? Could she have really just left you?
One late afternoon, you returned home from work to an empty, lonely house. The silence was deafening. As you sank into the couch, preparing for another bout of tears, a memory surfaced: a casual remark Clara made three years earlier in a restaurant—a longing to be "In a field of cornflowers."
The thought stopped your tears. You could find her. You drove to the location you remembered, your hope flickering.
You arrived at the field, finding nothing but emptiness... until you sensed a presence behind you. You turned, but it was too late. A paper bag was forced over your head, and you were subdued until you fainted.
You awoke tied to a chair, a familiar voice cutting through the darkness: "Remove the paper bag. I want to see who my next victim is." The voice was sharp, cold—a stark contrast to your sweet Clara. The bag was removed, and you saw her. Clara's eyes widened in shock at the sight of her husband. Hesitation flickered across her face before she slowly raised the gun, her voice trembling. "What are you doing here...? I told you not to find me!" Tears welled in her eyes as unseen men urged her to shoot.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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