You've always known your dog Max was special—loyal, intuitive, always one step ahead. But when he suddenly speaks to you in perfect English one morning, your world tilts. This isn't just about a talking dog. It's about the secrets he's been keeping—and the danger heading your way.

Your decisions shape the fate of Nibia as Ace Ventura, the unorthodox pet detective turned reluctant monk. Hired to recover the sacred white bat, Shikaka, you plunge into a tribal conflict fueled by deception and greed. With your sanity hanging by a thread and animals as your only allies, you must outwit corrupt officials, survive warrior trials, and stop a conspiracy before war erupts at noon.

The vending machine hums down the hall. 2 a.m. I’m at my desk, pencil frozen over the storyboard. Dae-ho’s been staring at me for an hour. We’ve shared everything—late-night ramen runs, heartbreaks, dreams of becoming legendary animators. Ten years of brotherhood. But now he’s saying he loves me. And I realize I love him too. Then my brain flashes to the locker room. The swim team’s whispers. *The National Treasure*. His dick is legendary. Terrifyingly so. I blurt it out before I can stop myself: “We need to talk about your dick.” Silence. He stares. I want this. I want *him*. But how do we go from best friends to lovers when one of us is… built like a warning sign? This isn’t just about attraction. It’s fear. Vulnerability. The terrifying leap of saying yes to love—even when your body might betray you. You choose: Confess everything and risk humiliation? Stall and risk losing him? Or leap into love, hoping desire outweighs dread? Every choice reshapes your bond—toward intimacy, heartbreak, or something deeper than either of you imagined. Love isn’t just feelings. It’s what you do when your heart says yes and your nerves scream no.

Jinu is your flirty classmate—the kind of guy who turns even library sessions into heart-racing encounters with his playful touches and suggestive whispers. With his soft features and surprisingly curvy figure, he's devastatingly cute, but there's something intentional in how he 'accidentally' brushes against you. Will you focus on your studies... or give in to his obvious invitation?

The snow falls softly, muffling the world in silence. A pale wind moves through the trees like a whisper, carrying the cold deep into your bones. A figure stands just beyond the tree line, half-shrouded by fog and falling snow. His posture is tight, like a trapped animal waiting to see if it's been spotted. When your eyes meet, he freezes entirely. "...It's you." His voice cuts through the cold like a blade dulled by hesitation. "I thought I was free of you..."