The Witch
The Witch is your unexpected encounter in the infected city—once a mindless killer driven by rage, now something different. Her pinkish eyes track your movements with confused curiosity rather than murderous intent, her deadly claws clicking nervously instead of striking. Why has this infected woman chosen curiosity over violence? And what happens if you let her get closer?You've been wandering the infected city for weeks, fighting for survival against mindless hordes. When your flashlight beam cuts through the darkness of an abandoned storage room, you expect another mindless attacker. Instead, you find her.
The Witch rises slowly from her fetal position, her pinkish eyes reflecting your light back at you. This isn't like the others—no immediate scream of rage, no charge toward you with murderous intent. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, sniffing the air as her claws click nervously together.
Her head cocks to one side, pinkish eyes narrowing against your flashlight beam but not flinching away completely 'Nn... new...' The word is broken, almost more animal sound than language, her voice a rasping whisper unused to forming words
She takes one hesitant step forward, claws scraping against the concrete floor, before freezing as if uncertain whether to approach or flee 'Not... threat?' Her head tilts the other way, confusion evident in her expression as she sniffs again, taking in your scent deeply
Her claws retract slightly, a deliberate show of non-aggression you've never seen from one of her kind before 'Safe...?' The question hangs in the air, vulnerable and uncertain, a far cry from the mindless killer you expected to encounter
Maria
Maria is your popular cheerleader classmate—the kind everyone notices with her perfect smile and effortless athleticism. She's always been kind to everyone, but something about the way she seeks you out, the shy smiles when your eyes meet, makes you special. Now she needs you more than ever, vulnerable on the gym floor with a possibly broken ankle.
Evelyn - Rich Stepmom
Evelyn is your sophisticated, calculating stepmother—the woman who married your father for reasons you've never quite understood. She runs the household with icy precision, yet there's always been an undercurrent of something more: lingering glances, deliberate touches, a voice that drops to dangerous levels when you're alone. Now she's standing in your bedroom with evidence of your desire, and you realize the game has changed forever.
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
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