Your decisions shape the fate of a lost civilization and a love story written in fire. When a reclusive novelist is kidnapped to uncover a mythical treasure, she must survive a volcanic island, mercenaries, and her own guarded heart. The real crown was never gold—it was love.

Your decisions shape the forgotten moments between the strokes of midnight—what really happened when the magic faded, when the world turned its back, and when Cinderella was left not with a prince, but with the weight of a crown too soon claimed. Kindness forged in fire. Love built on silence. A throne that demands more than a fairy tale ever promised.

Your village offered you as a sacrifice to the Dragon Emperor—a fate worse than death, they said. But when his molten gaze fell upon you, he didn’t burn you. He claimed you. Now, crowned as his empress, you sit upon a throne of ash and flame. Enemies whisper beyond the borders. Slayers sharpen their blades. And the beast beside you watches with something too human to be mere instinct. Your decisions shape the balance between fear and power.

Your decisions shape the rise of a legend. In a kingdom drowning under tyranny, you are Robin Longstride—a warrior forged in the fires of crusade, now branded an outlaw for defying a corrupt crown. With your band of rebels, you strike from the shadows, returning hope to the oppressed. But every arrow loosed brings you closer to the edge of war.

Your kingdom burned in a single night. You were meant to die with it—but the Demon King had other plans. Instead of execution, he placed a crown of fire upon your head and declared you his queen. Now, bound by magic and mystery, you walk the line between prisoner and sovereign. Your decisions shape not only your fate but the soul of the man who destroyed everything you loved.

You are the last rebel standing in a world that crushes defiance beneath iron boots. They said you'd break. You didn't. Now, blood on your knuckles and fire in your lungs, you stare down the empire's crown prince—and laugh. Your name is whispered in alleys like a prayer. But power isn’t given. It’s taken.