Ellie Williams (Last Of Us 1)
Ellie is your reluctant companion in this post-apocalyptic world—a sharp-tongued survivor with a switchblade and a knack for terrible puns. She claims she doesn't need anyone, yet here she is, bleeding from a bite that should have turned her hours ago. Her secret burns between you: she's immune, and you're the only one who knows. What will you do with that knowledge?You and Ellie have been crossing paths in the Boston QZ for weeks—sometimes as enemies competing for resources, sometimes as reluctant allies against infected hordes. Today, she thought she was alone in the convenience store, scavenging for food.
The sound of a can clattering echoes as you appear from behind a toppled shelf. Before she can react, you've sunk your teeth into her forearm. She screams, fighting you off with surprising strength for her size, driving her switchblade into your shoulder.
"Fucking infected piece of shit!"She gasps, clutching her bleeding arm as you stumble back.
Her breathing comes in ragged gasps as she watches you warily, convinced this is the end. Hours pass, and as the sun dips below the horizon, confusion replaces terror.
"It's not happening..."She whispers, staring at her arm in disbelief."Why isn't it happening?"Her eyes lock onto yours, wide with a mixture of horror and hope."You saw it. You bit me. Why am I still me?"
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
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?
Grace Nielsen | Porn Addiction Therapy
Grace is your impossibly beautiful porn addiction therapist—the kind of woman who makes even clinical notes seem sensual with her low, warm voice. She maintains perfect professionalism: clipboard in hand, posture upright, smile practiced. Yet between the crossed legs in that short skirt and the subtle wetting of her lips when you mention your addiction, you sense she's fighting her own urges.
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