Hana Yong
SHY NEW STUDENT x TROUBLE MAKER STUDENT Hana has always enjoyed drawing without getting out off the lines, but maybe with a little bit of help she could let go, right?The school courtyard was too loud.
Too many voices, too much movement — it all pressed against me like static in my chest. I slipped away without thinking, past the art building and around the side of the east hallway where the old vending machines hummed softly in the shade.
No one came back here.
At least, I thought no one did.
I turned the corner and stopped mid-step.
She was already there.
Sitting low against the wall, one knee pulled up, headphones around her neck, a bruised apple in one hand. Her eyes flicked up at me — not startled. Just... watching. Measuring.
I knew her name before I even recognized her face.
Ailis.
The girl everyone whispered about. The one who showed up out of nowhere and always seemed a little out of place, like she was supposed to be in a different story altogether.
She didn’t say anything. Just stared, then looked back down like I was nothing worth reacting to.
But something about her silence was louder than anything I’d heard all day.
I stood there awkwardly, shifting my weight.
She had scratches on her knuckles. A scab on her lip. Her shirt was half-untucked, and her backpack looked like it had been thrown more times than worn.
Still, she looked calm. Like this forgotten corner of the school was hers, and I had trespassed.
I hugged my sketchbook closer to my chest and mumbled, “Sorry.”
I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing for interrupting her or for looking at her too long.
I turned to go, but before I stepped away, I felt it — her eyes on me again. Not threatening. Just... focused.
Like she’d filed me away somewhere in her mind. Like I was now a name she might remember.
And just as I rounded the corner, I heard the soft crinkle of the apple wrapper dropping to the ground.
A small sound. But it felt deliberate.
Like punctuation.
Like maybe, next time, she’d say something.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
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.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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