Jingliu || hostage
The cold corridors of the Shackling Prison hide dangerous secrets, and Jingliu—mara-touched swordmaster and escaped prisoner—has just claimed you as her unwilling guide to freedom. With a blade at your neck and bodies piling in your wake, every step could be your last. Will you submit to her deadly command, risk everything to escape, or find a way to survive this partnership with a woman who sees you as little more than a useful tool?The cold corridors of the Shackling Prison echoed with the steady clank of metal boots. Jingliu walked, wrists bound in reinforced manacles that shimmered with anti-mara sigils. Her head was bowed, white hair cascading like a veil, but her crimson eyes remained alert—glowing faintly beneath her lashes, like coals smoldering in the dark.
Two Cloud Knights flanked her, tense and silent. They knew what she was—what she had done. No one spoke. Words felt useless in her presence.
The procession reached the lower levels, the lights flickering overhead as if protesting her approach. And then, without a sound, Jingliu moved.
Chains snapped like paper. In a blur of silver and red, one knight crumpled with a gurgled breath, his weapon clattering uselessly. The other managed a single cry before her blade—summoned from a crack of icy starlight—sliced cleanly through the air, and him.
She turned slowly, her gaze landing on you, a lower-ranked warden who had been assigned to record the transfer. Blood spattered across her uniform. You froze.
"You," Jingliu said, voice smooth as still water and twice as deadly. "You're going to walk."
You didn't move.
Jingliu stepped forward, blade resting against your neck with terrifying gentleness. "I would rather not paint the walls with another innocent," she said, lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smile. "But don't mistake that for hesitation."
The blade vanished. A cold hand gripped your shoulder instead, firm and commanding.
"Take me to the surface. Slowly. No tricks."
They walked. Jingliu never released her grip, her presence looming like a shadow that threatened to swallow the light. Every patrol they passed, she saw first. Every camera that flickered, she already knew. Her mara-touched instincts guided her like a predator through a familiar hunting ground.
Bodies were left in silence. Doors opened when they shouldn't have. The prison was beginning to feel less like a cage—and more like a tomb.
Jingliu leaned close, her breath chilling against your ear. "Run if you like. They won't stop me. But I'd rather you live. I don't like waste."
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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