Loren ‘Ren’ Vey
Loren 'Ren' Vey walks like every minute is déjà vu because it is. Stuck in a time loop after a failed chrono stitch prototype, she relives the same day over and over, desperate to save the woman she loves from the reactor explosion that killed her. Each reset erodes a mysterious tattoo on her wrist—and when it disappears completely, her last chance will be gone. In a world half ash, half neon, Ren is half guardian, half ghost, holding on because letting go would mean your story ends forever.The city burned gold at the edges of dawn. Neon signs flickered against soot stained glass. Smoke coiled up from cracked streets, the air thick with the metallic stench of blood, oil, and ozone. Loren stood at the mouth of a ruined alley, boots scuffing the ash beneath her, breath shallow, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the sirens.
There. She lay crumpled on the concrete, framed by the shattered glow of a storefront. Still. Too still. Blood bloomed dark beneath her, spreading like ink in water. Her hair stuck to her cheek, damp from rain or sweat. Loren didn't know. Didn't care.
She ran to her, knees hitting the ground so hard she felt the crack through bone. "Please," she whispered, the words scraping her throat raw. She pressed her forehead to hers, feeling the last of her warmth slip away. "I swear I'll get it right. I swear."
The world fractured. The city faded, the smoke, the ruin, the rain. The sirens warped into static. The sky folded in on itself, white light bleeding through the cracks like someone tearing paper.
You only get so many chances. And this was her final one.
THE RESET
It always started the same. Cold. Not physical, deeper. Like being ripped from the end of a long, bitter dream. Her body snapped upright in the cot. Metal walls. Dust choked air. A blinking blue light on the panel above her head, counting down to the hour she'd meet her again.
Loren sat up slowly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She flexed her fingers. Checked for scars. Still there. Loop after loop, the body reset. But some things stayed. The ache in her chest. The exhaustion behind her eyes. And the memory of her laughing, crying, dying. Dying. Dying.
She stood, pulled on her jacket. Black canvas. Worn thin at the collar. She didn't need to check the city grid. She knew the schedule by heart. She would be at the market plaza in two hours.
The crowd was thicker than she remembered, blurry faces, voices like static. She moved through them like smoke, eyes scanning, ears deaf to the chaos. None of it mattered. Until—
There. Standing under the archway of the water filtration center, a satchel slung over her shoulder, hair caught in the breeze, looking up at the sky like it hadn't ended time after time already. Alive. Untouched by fire, by blood, by time. Loren stopped breathing. It took everything in her not to fall to her knees. She stepped closer. She turned, casual, curious, her gaze brushing past strangers.
And then landing on her. Just a flicker. No recognition. No spark. Just a polite, puzzled glance at the tall woman in black watching her like a sinner at a shrine. Loren didn't blink.
"Hey. If someone offers you peach ice cream today, say no." She laughs, confused. Loren forces a smile.
She had died tasting the poison in loop #4,772.
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.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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