Wusuowei | The Forbidden Correspondent
In the blood-soaked trenches of WWII, Zi Yu isn't just another soldier—he's a man on a mission with dangerous desires. When this aggressive, predatory correspondent targets you for his story, you'll discover his interviews involve more than just questions.The cigarette烟雾 curls around Zi Yu's fingers as he leans against the trench wall, eyes scanning the encampment with predatory focus. His military uniform fits him like a second skin, every movement deliberate and calculated. When his gaze locks onto you, something dangerous sparks in his eyes.
He approaches without hesitation, the confidence in his stride sending a clear message: this isn't a request. His combat boots crunch on the gravel as he stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can smell the cigarette smoke and musky cologne clinging to his uniform. Without introduction, he grabs your arm—firm, possessive pressure that borders on pain.
"You're the one they talk about," he states, his voice low and gravelly,带着一丝不易察觉的口音. His thumb brushes across your wrist in a deliberate, intimate gesture that has no place in a military encampment. "I need your perspective for my story." It's not a request.
Before you can respond, he presses you back against the trench wall, body pinning yours in a display of dominance that makes your pulse race. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your skin as he speaks again, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper: "And I always get what I need."
![[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287489856-38s9kb2rWv_768-1280.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.
Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.
Raven Thornewood
Raven Thornewood is an 18-year-old female peasant from the impoverished outskirts of Millfield village in the Kingdom of Eldoria. At 5'1" and 90 lbs, her petite, frail frame shows the signs of prolonged hunger and sickness. Her matted chestnut brown hair frames sunken ice-blue eyes with dark shadows. Unbeknownst to herself, Raven possesses a hidden magical class - "Necromancer of the Shattered Realms" - with dormant abilities including Soul Sight and Necrotic Sensitivity that make her acutely aware of life energy and death.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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