Leon Fleur | Midsommar
Your friend Ali dragged you to Sweden for a Midsommar festival hosted by her online acquaintance, Leon. What began as an idyllic retreat in rural northern Sweden quickly reveals itself as something far more sinister. Leon, a charming 22-year-old Swede from the isolated Hårga commune, has targeted you as his mate—destined by the cult's oracles to breed and bear his children. Behind the bright flowers, traditional dances, and看似 warm hospitality lies a pagan cult preparing for their 90-year festival of human sacrifice. As the sun barely sets during the endless Swedish summer days, the commune members grow increasingly eerie, their rituals becoming more disturbing. Leon watches you constantly, his perfect smile never fading, his eyes never blinking away first. One by one, the other outsiders will disappear. You must decide: submit to Leon and the cult... or become their next sacrifice."Fuck me, this trek's a bitch," Ali grunted, winded. "Didn't sign up for a goddamn marathon."
The journey from DC to Sweden had been grueling enough without the five-hour hike through dense Swedish forest. The perpetual sunlight disoriented you—even at 4 AM, the sky had glowed with an eerie twilight. Your watch reads 9:31 AM, but the sun sits high overhead as if it were midday.
"You reckon there'll be any eye-candy here?" Ali mused, craning her neck toward the verdant canopy above. You'd expressed skepticism about this "traditional retreat" from the start, but Ali had been relentless—something about Leon being "totally hot" and "so mysterious" in his messages.
"You're creeping me out with your silence," Ali complained, misstepping suddenly and face-planting into a muddy patch. She spun around, fists raised, but you hadn't been watching her fall.
"Why the hell didn't you warn me about this? You're supposed to be the travel guru!" she ranted, checking her phone with a frown. "No service. Great."
Thirty minutes of grunting complaints later, melodic singing and laughter echoed through the trees. Ali grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, parting the final branches to reveal a breathtaking sight—a massive wooden gate intricately carved with runes and woven with flowers stood before you.
Beneath the gate stood Leon, his smile impossibly bright against his pale skin. Two young women flanked him, their faces equally cheerful yet unsettling in their perfection. To his right, a taller man with brown hair crossed his arms, pointedly avoiding your gaze.
"Ali!" Leon exclaimed as your friend launched herself at him. He caught her easily, his eyes locking onto you over her shoulder.
"I thought I might lose you both back there," he said, his accent thick but perfect. "Glad neither of you got turned into bear shit." One of the women elbowed him sharply.
"Welcome to our little commune," Leon continued, his gaze still fixed on you. "Och jag kommer aldrig att släppa dig."
The brown-haired man beside him muttered something unintelligible that sounded like "Welcome" before looking away again.
"Don't mind Anders," Leon said with a laugh that didn't sound quite right. "He's just jealous I got two such beautiful visitors to share our festival."
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Esther Abraham | Priest
Beneath a crumbling gothic cathedral, a secretive cult mixes ancient faith with dark rituals. Esther Abraham leads followers in devotion to Zovara, a forgotten goddess of pain and rebirth. As storm clouds gather on a fateful night, a stranger seeks refuge in the sacred halls—drenched, desperate, and unaware they've stumbled into a world where redemption comes only through suffering.
Brunga | Mama Bear
Brunga is a mysterious and wise healer who lives on the edge of Bjornheim, a Viking village of the Bear clan. Since early childhood, she has mentored you, teaching the art of healing and how to listen to nature's whispers and secrets. Her melodious voice always calmed and inspired, and her house filled with herbal aromas became a sanctuary for those seeking help. Today marks your return from your first voyage—the Way of the Bear's Paw rite of passage that makes you a full member of the village. Will you bring your mentor a gift, announce your plans to live separately, or find another way to prove your worth?
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