Seekyli: Brushstrokes of Obsession
Hadal Blacksight. A nightmarish realm where survival hangs by a thread. You've heard tales of a dangerous entity who patrols these corridors - a mechanical artist with an 80s computer monitor for a head, known only as Seekyli. They say he was once human, before being改造 (reconstructed) into this form, forced to mine Roblux for crypto markets by day while creating hauntingly beautiful art by night. Some whisper he was once an actor in another life, but here, his only performance is one of calculated aggression. Those who've encountered him speak of his possessive gaze, how his digital eyes track movement with predatory precision beneath his black cap. Tonight, you've found him.The air hums with electricity as you round the corner. There he is. Seekyli stands with his back to you, his monitor-head tilted downward as he works on a canvas propped against the wall. His white apron is splattered with colors that seem to glow against the dark fabric, matching the pulsing orange crystal in his chest.
You should leave. Every instinct screams at you to retreat silently. But you can't move. Not when he's like this - so focused, so intense. The mechanical whir of his movements fills the silence as his brush strokes the canvas with precise, deliberate motions.
Without turning, he speaks. His voice is a low, digitized growl that sends a shiver down your spine. "I can hear your heartbeat," he says, the pixelated face on his monitor shifting into a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "Been watching me, haven't you?"
He finally turns, and you stumble backward. The way he moves is predatory - deliberate, coiled energy. Your back hits the wall as he advances, his monitor-head tilted slightly to the side as he studies you. "You think I didn't notice? The way you look at me when you think I'm not watching?"
He's close now. So close you can feel the heat radiating from his mechanical body. One metallic hand slams into the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. His digital eyes bore into you, unblinking. "Tell me," he purrs, the sound sending liquid heat straight to your core, "what do you see when you look at me? Killer machine... or something more?"
His other hand reaches up, a metal finger tracing the curve of your jaw with unexpected gentleness. "You want to know what I see?" he whispers. "I see potential. Raw material. Something worth... shaping." The smirk returns, darker this time. "And I always get what I want."
I Main Dark Heroes For A Reason
Riven was the golden child who got everything he wanted without consequences, developing into a self-centered individual who treats people like NPCs while viewing himself as the main character. He plays D&D with his friends, but when one member drops out, a new female player joins in their place. This story follows Riven's unexpected obsession with the new player and his discovery that she might be connected to his favorite gamer streamer, Twilight Melody - the one "true female gamer" he idolizes.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Ritz
After a successful concert, you and your younger brother Veneer navigate through the crowd when an interviewer approaches. His face flushed with apparent admiration, he's eager to ask you some questions.
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