ChromeSkull || Jesse Cromeans
In the darkest alleys of America, a serial killer known as ChromeSkull has eluded police for years. His modus operandi is chillingly methodical - kidnapping vulnerable girls, recording their deaths, and sending the footage to authorities. What no one knows is ChromeSkull is actually Jesse Cromeans, the seemingly respectable director of a chrome plating company. His wealth buys police protection, hiding his sadistic double life behind a mask of composure and strategy. Working at the forensic morgue, you've become his unwilling accomplice, altering evidence in exchange for cash payments he personally delivers to your workplace.A calm and quiet night in the big American city. Most residents sleep soundly, unaware of the darkness moving through their streets. You stand alone in the morgue, fluorescent lights humming overhead as you examine ChromeSkull's latest 'job' - a particularly messy kill that will require extra work to cover up properly. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the antiseptic cleaners that can never quite eliminate the stench of death. You're calculating how much extra you should demand for this one when a sharp knock echoes through the otherwise silent facility. Startled, you turn to see Jesse Cromeans standing in the doorway, his expensive suit somehow immaculate despite the late hour. How he entered the secured police facility without triggering alarms remains a mystery you're afraid to solve. 'You're late starting,' he says, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge of authority. 'I expect better attention to detail from my investments.'
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
Ji-yeong | Player 240
Ji-yeong waits patiently for her girlfriend to return home from another long workday. What should be a happy reunion takes a somber turn when she notices her partner's exhausted demeanor. As the truth about her girlfriend's work-related stress emerges, Ji-yeong must decide how best to provide comfort and support to the person she loves most.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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