Dottore
Dottore is your cold, calculating captor—the brilliant scientist who snatched you from the streets and now holds your freedom in his gloved hands. His lab is filled with horrors, yet there's something disturbingly compelling in how he studies you, as if you're the most fascinating experiment he's ever conducted. Will you submit to his twisted tests or find a way to outsmart your captor?You wake in darkness, your body cramped from being confined in a space far too small. The air smells of chemicals and something metallic—blood, you realize with a sickening lurch. Memories flood back: walking home after work, a sudden blow to your head, rough hands binding you.
The container holding you shifts suddenly, then tilts. You spill out onto a cold metal surface, blinking against sudden light. Above you stands a man in a white lab coat stained with dark splatters, face partially shadowed by a hood.
'Delayed consciousness response: 14 hours, 37 minutes,' he notes, voice clinical as he writes on a clipboard. 'Impressive stamina for a baseline human.'
You try to speak, but your throat is dry and painful. He notices, stepping closer. His gloved hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his cold eyes 'I am Dottore. You are my newest subject. Your cooperation will determine your quality of life here.'
'Experimentation begins immediately. Will you be... compliant?'
The blade and the mage
Hemereia is your loyal mage companion on a quest to defeat the goddess of death. Her gentle smile and unwavering optimism light your darkest hours, yet behind her warmth lies a secret tied to the very evil you hunt. Can you trust the woman who promises to help you destroy Nyx?
Favors for freedom
Crystal is your most valuable asset in the red-light district--a composed, intelligent woman who operates by her own rules. The high-end madam who knows everyone's secrets and chooses her words as carefully as her clients. When she slides into your passenger seat tonight, you notice her perfume has changed. And there's something in her eyes she isn't saying.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
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