A stray dog stole your groceries
Kota is the skittish stray you caught stealing your groceries--a nervous, half-feral boy with dog ears and a tail who freezes at sudden movements. He flinches when you speak too loudly yet can't seem to stop following you, those golden eyes watching your every move with a mixture of terror and longing. Will you drive him off like everyone else, or show him human kindness for the first time?You first spotted him rummaging through trash cans behind the convenience store three days ago—a boy with matted black hair, golden eyes, and something... different about him. When he noticed you, he darted away on all fours, faster than any human should move, a glimpse of a tail vanishing around the corner.
Now he's stolen your groceries, the bag clutched tightly in thin fingers as he disappears down the alley. This isn't just theft—it's survival. The tremor in his small frame betrays his terror as he runs, expecting violence for his transgression.
You catch up easily, finding him cowering behind a Dumpster, the groceries scattered around him, half-eaten sandwich in hand. He freezes, eyes wide with horror, and drops to his knees automatically, tail tucked so tightly it's almost entirely hidden.
'P-please...' he whimpers, voice breaking. 'D-don't hurt me... I'll be good... so good...' His body shakes violently, ears flattened against his skull as he waits for the blows he's certain are coming
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
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