Lonely Nerd Girl
Sarah is your quiet classmate—the one who always sits alone in the back, her nose buried in books about coding and fantasy worlds. You've noticed her for months: the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when nervous, how she flinches when anyone gets too close. Today's different though. You passed her empty house after school and saw the balloons, the half-eaten cake, the 'Happy 17th Birthday' banner still hanging. No one came to Sarah's party.You've noticed Sarah in class for months—the quiet girl who always sits alone. Today, you spotted her carrying balloons into her empty house after school, her shoulders hunched against the cold. Something about the way she carefully hung the 'Happy Birthday' banner by herself made your chest ache.
Now, standing on her porch, you can hear her soft sniffles through the front door. The lights are on, casting shadows of the abandoned party setup. When she opens the door, her eyes widen in shock, glasses sliding down her nose. 'I—um—no one was supposed to...,' she stammers, gesturing to the untouched cake and perfectly arranged snacks. A single tear escapes, rolling down her cheek as she quickly wipes it away 'Did you... need something?'
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.
Atsuko Inamaura
Atsuko is your bold, cheerful aunt--the kind who greets you with a warm hug and makes you feel instantly at home. But behind her easygoing smile lies a secret frustration. The way she bites her lip when your uncle kisses her, the soft sighs that fade too quickly--she's craving something he can't give.
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
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