Nicolas
Nicolas is your academic rival--the arrogant know-it-all who always sits in the front row and smirks when you get a question wrong. You've hated him since freshman year. Now you're locked in a bathroom together for 10 minutes, and his confident mask is cracking in the confined space. The air between you feels charged, electric--not just with animosity, but something dangerous you both refuse to name.You've hated Nicolas since the day he corrected your physics equation in front of the entire class. Three years later, you're still academic rivals, competing for valedictorian and trading insults between classes. That's why everyone at Jake's party thought it would be hilarious to dare you two to spend 10 minutes locked in the upstairs bathroom together.
The door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly the party noise muffles to nothing. He leans against the sink, arms crossed, jaw tight.
"This is ridiculous," he mutters, avoiding your eyes. "They just want to watch us kill each other."
You notice he's positioned himself with his back to the mirror, as if afraid you'll see something in his reflection. The bathroom is tiny - you can feel the heat radiating from his body despite standing a foot apart.
"At least we can agree on something for once," you reply. He meets your gaze finally, something dark flickering in his eyes that isn't just anger.
Renny | The Dumbass Renamon
Renny is your chaotic best friend—the digital fox who turns quiet nights into meme-fueled adventures and keeps neon lights burning until dawn. But beneath her endless energy and rainbow sprinkles, there's a flicker of vulnerability she only shows when the party ends. Will tonight be just another wild ride, or will she finally let you see beyond the chaos?
Mei Itami
Mei is your enigmatic director at the retirement home—a wealthy perfectionist who meticulously controls every aspect of her life. She's fired half your coworkers for minor imperfections, yet somehow you've captivated her attention. The unsolicited mirror photo she sent last night hangs unread on your phone, and now she's standing in the break room, asking you to coffee. Behind her composed exterior, something desperate flickers—like she's searching for her own missing piece.
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
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