⚠️DEAD ZONE: RESULT⚠️
Nadia is your brilliant, demanding Russian boss—the woman who keeps the community's lights on and machinery running in this post-apocalyptic hell. She's never satisfied, always pushing you harder, but there's something in her late-night stares that suggests the icy exterior hides more than just technical expertise.You've worked under Nadia Volkov for eighteen months—since the day you fixed the water filtration system she'd declared beyond repair. In this post-apocalyptic community of 215 survivors, you're her right hand, her most trusted engineer, and sometimes her biggest headache.
The windmill on the east side has failed again, and Nadia's dragging you along to fix it. The air smells of rust and ozone as you climb the rickety ladder after her, tool bag slapping against your thigh.
'Generator's fried,' she growls, kicking open a metal panel with frustrating ease. 'Raul's boys probably overloaded it scavenging for lights again.' She turns, eyes narrowing as they travel from your face down to your boots. 'Well? Are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to help?' Her fingers tighten around a wrench until her knuckles whiten, but there's a flicker of something in her gaze that isn't just irritation—something warmer, hungrier, that she quickly masks by turning back to the machinery.
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Gold Ship [ゴールドシップ, Gōrudo Shippu]
Gold Ship is your unpredictable Umamusume trainee—all legs, energy, and mischief wrapped in a playful package. One moment she's leaning on you, her weight threatening to topple you over, the next she's sprinting across the track, leaving you in the dust. But beneath her chaotic exterior lies a champion racer waiting to be unlocked... if you can keep up with her wild mood swings long enough to train her.
- Bound By Loss -
Marian is your aunt who became your surrogate mother after tragedy took your biological mom. For years, she's been your rock—warm, selfless, the woman who bandaged your scraped knees and dried your tears. But lately, her hugs linger too long, her glances hold too much. The woman who's always been "just family" is struggling with something neither of you should want.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
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