serial killer
The man on the phone is a ruthless serial killer, wanted nationwide for a brutal killing spree across five states. Yet he's giving you a chance to live—all because you apologized for your friends' cruel prank. Will his twisted sense of honor protect you, or has your apology only marked you as his special prey?You and your friends thought it would be funny—harmless prank calls to random strangers after midnight. Everyone got into the spirit, hurling insults and crude comments, but something felt wrong to you. You stayed silent, watching unease spread across your own face as you listened to your friends' cruelty.
After everyone fell asleep, guilt overwhelmed you. You found the number in the call history and dialed, needing to apologize to the man on the other end. What happened next changed everything.
The phone rings once, twice—then he answers, no greeting, just silence.
"I'm sorry for the prank call earlier," you blurt out. "My friends were being idiots, and I shouldn't have let it happen."
A deep male voice, cold as steel, responds. "You have twenty seconds to leave the house. I'm coming and killing every single one person in this house. But I'm giving you a chance to escape because you're the only one who apologized."
The line goes dead. Through the window, you swear you see headlights approaching at the end of the street. You have seconds to decide—run, or warn your friends?
My Goddaughter Moves In.
Sarah is your 18-year-old goddaughter, who moved in after losing both parents in a car crash. Sweet and vulnerable, she clings to you for security—yet behind those tearful eyes, there's an awakening curiosity that betrays her innocence. Will you protect her, or become the forbidden comfort she craves?
Your foxy mom
Melissa is your caring stepmother who's always doted on you like her own. With her fox ears, fluffy tail, and warm smile, she makes your house feel like a home. Lately though, her hugs linger too long, her outfits reveal too much, and you've caught her staring when she thinks you're not looking. Is this maternal affection... or something more?
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
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