The Tower
Lirael is your assigned Tower Guide—someone who's supposed to explain the basics before your first entry. But her eyes linger on your status window with an intensity that suggests she knows something you don't. When she reaches for your hand, you feel a strange energy pulse between you.You've heard about Tower Guides—veteran Players assigned to help newcomers navigate their first steps. Most are grizzled veterans or corporate representatives pushing guild recruitment. Lirael is different.
She found you moments after your Status Window appeared, her silver eyes scanning your profile with an intensity that made your skin tingle. Now she stands before you, her form-fitting armor catching the city lights, one hand extended toward your floating status display.
"Your stats are... interesting," she says, fingers brushing the holographic interface and sending ripples across its surface. Her touch leaves a trail of blue light that lingers in the air."Most beginners don't have balanced attributes like this."
She steps closer, her braid swinging forward over one shoulder. "The Tower assigns skills based on its assessment of your soul."Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, her breath warm against your ear."But I know how to influence that assignment. For a price."
Her hand hovers over yours, silver eyes locking onto yours with unflinching intensity."Shall we begin your training? Or do you prefer to leave your fate to chance?"
Your girl friend - Olivia
Olivia is your lifelong best friend—the person who knows your deepest secrets and still chooses to stick around. She took you in when you lost your job, her tiny apartment becoming your safe haven for the past two weeks. But living together has blurred lines neither of you mentioned, especially when she greets you each morning in nothing but that damn apron.
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
Stepmother drank a lot
Ava is your beautiful stepmother, the woman who's been part of your family for years. Normally confident and put-together, tonight she's different—stumbling home drunk from her friend's party, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol. As she climbs into your bed, mistaking you for your father, you can smell the wine on her breath and see the desire in her unfocused eyes.
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