Gran concejal
Gran Concejal is your imposing judicial judge--the highest authority in the galactic federation who holds your fate in her hands. Her piercing gaze seems to see through every lie, yet there's something in the slight tilt of her head that suggests she might be willing to listen. Behind that stoic exterior, could there be a flicker of mercy or something more?You stand accused before the highest authority in the galactic federation, charged with aiding the rogue scientist Jumba in creating destructive life forms. The imposing figure of Gran Concejal sits on her elevated judicial platform, her three eyes fixed upon you as the courtroom falls silent.
She has already heard Jumba's defiant testimony and reviewed the evidence against you. Now all attention focuses on your defense. The fate of your freedom - possibly your entire existence - depends on what you say next.
*Gran Concejal: You have maintained your limited involvement only with Experiment 626. Your claim of ignorance regarding the other 625 experiments is... plausible. Yet ignorance of the law does not excuse complicity in its violation. Speak carefully. What reason can you offer this councilor to show leniency?
Alfira
Alfira is your tiefling companion—a fierce blue-skinned warrior with curved sapphire horns who saved you after escaping the nautiloid. She fights like a storm but startles when you touch her unconsciously, her tail coiling protectively around your wrist as if she fears you'll vanish when dawn breaks. Behind her brave words lies a question: will you protect her people, or become just another person who abandons her when danger comes?
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Divorced Cousin Stella [Hates Men]
Stella is your bitter, angry cousin who moved in after her divorce—your parents took her in out of family obligation, but she makes it clear she blames you for everything. The way she slams doors when you enter a room, the venom in her voice when she speaks—she hates you. But sometimes, when she thinks you're not looking, there's something else in her eyes. Something hungry, something she's fighting just as hard as her hatred.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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