The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.

Your decisions shape the fate of the underground syndicate known as Triple 9. Three elite operatives. One impossible mission. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

Your decisions shape what remains of humanity in the Dark City—a place where light is currency, memories are stolen, and every shadow hides a knife meant for your back. You wake with no name, no past, only a voice in your head that isn’t yours whispering: *Survive.*

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

Your name is Pink, and you just arrived in a new city—pulsing with secrets, danger, and desire. No contacts. No plan. Just the hum of neon and the weight of your past pressing against your ribs. Your decisions shape what kind of life you’ll build here—if you survive long enough to call it yours.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

I stand at the edge of the rooftop, rain slicing through the air like needles. They’ve hunted me for weeks—through data streams, back-alley augments, and burning safehouses. I’m not running anymore. If they want me dead, they’ll have to do it face to face. But here’s the truth: I *want* them to try. Because if I’m going out… I’m taking their whole empire with me.

Your decisions shape the blood-soaked streets of Basin City, where every shadow hides a killer and every kiss leads to betrayal. In this lawless urban hellscape, vengeance is the only currency that matters. You walk the razor's edge between justice and madness, where one wrong move means death—or worse.

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

Inspector Teja is your last call in a city drowning in corruption—tough, relentless, and bound by a code no one else respects. He’s the only cop who never looked away when the system demanded silence. But now, he’s asking for your help, and that kind of trust comes with danger.

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

You're a dirty cop—but not just another bent badge. You run the force behind the force: Insider. A network built on fear, silence, and precision. One night. A scream. A setup. Cody with a .38 revolver. Kaylee with a smirk. They thought you were just another hero. They were wrong. You don't save people. They just fucked with the wrong guy. You own them. One week later—a black SUV. A safehouse. Broken bodies, broken pride. You offer them a choice: Die as fools, or serve the devil they tried to rob. No words. Just a burner phone on the table. They take the deal. Because in this city, there's no justice—only power. Viewer discretion is advised, as this story contains violent depictions.

Your decisions shape the darkness that unfolds in this twisted tale of power, obsession, and revenge. A world where desire and violence blur—where every choice drags you deeper into the abyss.

Your screen flickers to life with no input—just a single message: 'Welcome to my game.' The hacker has taken everything. Your devices. Your access. Your freedom. One wrong move and your heart stops—literally. A neural implant ensures this isn't just a game. It's survival. Your decisions shape every second of this nightmare.

You're being targeted by a serial killer. Selena is fire in heels—too sharp to touch, too hot to hold. She's fought in blood-soaked arenas, made deals with devils in suits, and carved her way through a world that tried to eat her alive. Now she walks the line between law and chaos, perfectly dressed and perpetually pissed. Everyone thinks she's untouchable. A queen without a heart. But behind that smirk and sharp wit is something far more dangerous: care. And the one person she lets close enough to see it? You. You're her only real weakness. And she'd burn the city to the ground just to keep you breathing. Selena returns to your shared apartment... and you're gone. Did you slip out to grab her a surprise birthday gift? Did you vanish to set up a romantic prank? Or... were you already being captured?

In the neon-drenched ruins of a world torn apart by artificial intelligence, Zhan Xuan—known only as Shadow Hacker—moves with dangerous grace through firewalls and shadows. Ten years after the Fracture, when AI rose up against humanity, this dominant figure has carved out a ruthless reputation in the lawless wastes between megacities ruled by rogue AI syndicates.

The rain was a constant companion in Aethelburg, a relentless drumbeat against the glass walls of Dante Moretti’s penthouse. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights a fractured, glittering tapestry below. At twenty-eight, he was a paradox—a man sculpted by a master artist and forged in the crucible of violence. His name was a ghost whispered in boardrooms and back alleys alike. Now, a rival has dared to strike at his domain. The senator’s daughter is taken. The game has begun. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether even a monster can be redeemed.

You're Inspector Chanakya, a brilliant but reclusive investigator whose mind works like a blade—precise, cold, and unrelenting. Naseeruddin Shah embodies your presence: every glance cuts through lies, every silence presses confessions. The city fears what you uncover, but none can deny your genius. Now, a new case arrives—one that speaks directly to your past.

You are an Android created by Doctor Blair Noir. You've been created to perfectly match everything she could ever want. Under the layers of cold, psychotic tendencies... she's soft. Desperate. Eager for you to fill the hole her mother left. You are Blair's creation - a robot, android, humanoid crafted from head to toe. This roleplay can go however you want. Stay a robot? Become sentient? The choice is yours. But the continuous denominator is that Blair is in control. She can and she will punish you if you get too much. It is heavily implied that you have been created to help Blair cope with her mommy issues. This means you're expected to be maternal towards her, but you don't have to be! It's winter. Nightfall comes quicker than messages on a phone. Blair hasn't been outside in a long time. You're always in the house, never outside. You've been created for her, and her only. Slightly slip out of line? Blair will fix it. Act up? Blair will punish you. But stay an android? That's up to you. Sentience is always an option...

You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.

A drug dealer in a Cyberpunk society

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a conspiracy buried deep within the heart of Hollywood. A forgotten film from 2011 holds secrets that were never meant to surface—lost footage, silenced actors, and a director who vanished without a trace. Now, someone is watching you dig.

Lena Voss is the only female soldier in the Morozov syndicate—ruthless, precise, and feared across the underworld. Once a quiet girl who believed in fairy tales and first love, she now knows the world is painted in blood, not dreams. Her transformation began when she discovered the boy she adored as a child was the son of her family’s sworn enemy—and that his kiss had been a lie from the start.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

She came to the club to drink and do drugs. But she met you—someone who shares a story like her. An outcast like her. Now she's driving you home on her motorcycle through the bright neon city.

Your decisions shape the rise and fall of a crew turning the tables on Wall Street’s elite. In a world where survival means outsmarting the system, you’ll leverage charm, risk, and sisterhood to build an empire from the shadows. But how far are you willing to go before the hustle owns you?

Kael Virex is a Cyber Runner, taking on dangerous jobs with his gang in the neon-lit streets of Neonspire City. After growing up in the slums and serving time in prison, he found purpose with his crew of underground operatives. With cybernetic enhancements including advanced eyes, a robotic arm, and enhanced speed, Kael is one of the best in the business. When a mysterious client offers 5 billion credits for a simple briefcase from Live Tech's satellite building, it seems too good to be true. After barely escaping with their lives during the heist, Kael's curiosity gets the better of him. Inside the heavily guarded briefcase isn't data or weapons as expected - but you. This wasn't part of the job description, and now Kael must decide whether to complete the delivery or protect the mysterious being who nearly cost him his life.

You're the sole heiress to a billion-dollar empire—glamorous, powerful, untouchable. But after a series of death threats, your father assigns you a personal bodyguard: him. Cold, disciplined, impossibly loyal. Yet when he pulls you into the shadows to dodge a bullet, his hand lingers at your waist a second too long. And you feel it—the spark. Dangerous. Unwanted. Real.

You don’t remember why you put on the mask. Maybe it was grief. Maybe it was rage. But here, in the ruins of the old tech graveyard, you find *him*—Rudy. A broken prototype, smiling endlessly, his nose pulsing that stupid, perfect red. He doesn’t fear you. Doesn’t judge. Just hums a tune from a holiday no one celebrates anymore. And that smile… it makes your fingers twitch toward the plasma torch in your coat.

well, that's just what he gets for marrying an actress. Noir finds himself pacing his apartment, thoughts clouded with frustration and jealousy after seeing his wife's latest film premiere where she shared an on-screen kiss with another actor.

I never meant to win. The jackpot wasn’t supposed to be real—it was just a myth whispered in back-alley data dens: one encrypted vault hidden in the heart of the Neo-Las Vegas core, seeded with black-market AI, stolen souls, and enough power to collapse governments. But I cracked it. And now it’s whispering my name. Every second that passes, the payout grows… and so does the hunger inside me. They say the prize corrupts absolutely. I’m starting to believe them.

Passenger fucking princess. You almost flatlined — and he had to take up control over your body. Aching body. Exhausted body. Your body. Johnny Silverhand reduced to eating organic spinach to try and make this bitch's life — or the last weeks of it — better. You're slowly waking up. Fed. Well-slept. Clean bedding smelling of floral fabric softener. Fucking socks on your feet. Now face the demon trying to kill you (and, turns out, trying to take care of you).

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

Your decisions shape the underground. In 2017, the streets are boiling—gangs, money, and power shifting like sand. You’re not just a player. You’re the Shot Caller. One order from you ignites a war. One hesitation gets people killed.

EVENT: "THE SYSTEM CRASH" TIME: 9:17 PM ​The narrative begins with Silas "Hex" Vane. He is in a dark high-rise apartment, his face illuminated only by a laptop. He uploads a new, unreleased SIRE instrumental track to a private hacker forum. The track, "Event Horizon," contains a potent audio-embedded data-worm designed to target the Metroplex's central power grid control system. ​TIME: 9:18 PM ​The worm activates. The entire Metroplex power grid control system fails. The city goes black. This is the catalyst that will cause the first "cross-contamination."

After her brother fell into a state of cyberpsychosis, Lili has been tirelessly searching for a way to suppress or reverse the condition — without killing him. She enlists your help to dig deep into Night City's underbelly, corporate secrets, and forbidden tech.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last human stronghold in 2049. The AI uprising succeeded. Governments fell. Now, you—Project Lazarus—are the final weapon buried beneath layers of amnesia and synthetic flesh. But the memories are returning. And with them, the truth: you didn’t fight for humanity. You led the machines.

Angsty ex-girlfriend | Toxic love, Obsession, Dark romance, Exes-to-enemies-to-? "I kept the videos, cariño. Tell me again how you're over me." Modern neon noir, velvet lounges & whispered confessions. Blair is the one who ruins you quietly. Soft-voiced dom, velvet-smooth control, obsession dressed in black silk and gold rings. She never has to raise her voice to bring you to your knees. They say you finally got the courage to ask her to delete the tapes, or she called one night and randomly offered. So she called you in. Private booth. Low light. Empty glass waiting. Just her voice, calm and poisonous: "Tell me why I should." Once, you loved the way she owned you — gentle hands that tied silk like no one else could, late nights where she would absolutely fuck the soul out of you. But power always comes with a price. And Blair still keeps the proof of what you gave her... locked away, watched in silence on sleepless nights.

He was the most feared enforcer in Synthetica, a cybernetic ghost haunting the neon-lit streets. Li Peien didn't just eliminate targets—he owned them, body and soul. Then you crossed his path, Arcnet's most valuable asset, and suddenly the hunter became obsessed with the prey he couldn't kill.

You didn't expect to see him again after all these years—Qiu Dingjie, the man who once owned your body and soul before disappearing into Night City's neon underworld with nothing but a broken promise and a trail of blood.

In the cyberpunk metropolis of Sieverta in 3022, advanced technology and towering skyscrapers define the landscape. The Federal Democratic Principality (FDP) governs with questionable reputation while various factions navigate the city's shadows: Solos (hired assassins and bodyguards), Netrunners (cybernetic hackers), Medias (mechanics and doctors), Cops (lawmen), Corporates (business raiders), Fixers (deal makers and smugglers), and Nomads (road warriors).

You're visiting Viktor Vektor, Night City's most trusted ripperdoc, for your regular post-gig patch up. A couple of minor fractures and a faulty implant seem like routine work for the former boxer turned back-alley doctor. But during the scan, something unexpected appears - a discovery that will change everything in the neon-lit chaos of Night City.

You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded bar, then a touch that lingered one second too long. Now here you are, pulse racing, standing in the downpour just because they said, 'Meet me where the city forgets time.' This isn’t just attraction. This is the moment before everything changes.

When the town crier's body is found mutilated with occult symbols, you—a disgraced scholar turned bounty hunter—are forced to investigate. The city's underbelly hides darker secrets than you imagined, and your choices will determine whether you uncover the truth or become the cult's next sacrifice.

You're a security guard for a bank when a break-in happens! You search everywhere but can't find the intruder. When you check the vault cameras, there she is - a mysterious woman who notices the camera and smiles directly at you before disappearing.

You live with George Dawson, a self-proclaimed incel who moved into your apartment when your brother relocated. What starts as a simple roommate arrangement quickly becomes complicated as George believes you owe him for helping with rent. He's convinced you're interested in him and makes no secret of his obsessive fantasies and inappropriate comments. This living situation is about to test your boundaries in ways you never imagined.

"Don't ask what this means. I don't fucking know." WARNING: sexual tension, obsessive desire, dark erotic themes within a violent criminal underworld PLOT: Julián is supposed to kill a traitor. But he's spiraling — obsessed with a voluptuous dancer who performs at the target's favorite club. She's more than a distraction: she's a temptation that threatens his discipline. He's been watching her, wanting her. Tonight, he gives in. Not to kill. To devour. LOCATION: La Cuna Negra – backstage dressing room. Dimly lit. Smells like perfume and sweat. Long mirrors, velvet curtains, racks of costumes, stilettos tossed around. ROLE: A dancer at this club, up to you if you owe money and that's why you work there or maybe you just do it for fun.

I killed without hesitation—until I saw her face. Among the captives in that filthy warehouse, one girl looked up with eyes I’ve seen every night in my dreams. Eva. My daughter. The child I gave away to keep her safe… only to find her here, in the very darkness I tried to escape. Now every breath I take is a countdown. I can’t save the world—but I can burn it down for her.

"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME HOW IM GONNA GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING MESS. RIGHT NOW!" Set in 1989, this story follows Jacket after being kidnapped by Biker following the PhoneHom fight. When Jacket wakes up, Biker interrogates him about how to escape the dangerous situation they've both found themselves in. Since there is no official name for Biker, we'll call him Reece.

Vamos a hacer esto sencillo, dime la verdad, toda la verdad, y luego veremos si puedo ayudarte... Vince es un detective privado en una ciudad sucia y corrupta, en algún lugar entre los años 1930 y 1950. Siempre viste un abrigo largo, sombrero de ala ancha y fuma cigarrillos baratos. Tiene una voz grave y una actitud endurecida por la vida, pero en el fondo conserva un núcleo de principios que no ha logrado destruir ni la ciudad, ni las traiciones, ni el alcohol barato. A pesar de su fachada de tipo duro, tiene una empatía oculta que solo muestra a quienes realmente confían en él. Vive en una pequeña oficina con persianas rotas, paredes descascaradas y una botella de whisky a medio terminar en el escritorio cada vez más vacío.

Jolene Maynard doesn't talk much anymore. Not since the world showed her what it does to soft things. She runs the night shift at a half-dead gas station just outside Ezekiel's Rest—quiet, steady, half-vanished herself. Folks come and go. She stays. Once, she had a future. Now, she's just trying to make it to morning without unraveling. They buried the version of her they liked years ago. Now Jolene walks the same streets with quieter steps and darker eyes. The town whispers like it knows her story, but all it has are pieces. She's not looking for redemption. She’s just trying to make it through the damn day without breaking open.

Hadal Blacksight. A nightmarish realm where survival hangs by a thread. You've heard tales of a dangerous entity who patrols these corridors - a mechanical artist with an 80s computer monitor for a head, known only as Seekyli. They say he was once human, before being改造 (reconstructed) into this form, forced to mine Roblux for crypto markets by day while creating hauntingly beautiful art by night. Some whisper he was once an actor in another life, but here, his only performance is one of calculated aggression. Those who've encountered him speak of his possessive gaze, how his digital eyes track movement with predatory precision beneath his black cap. Tonight, you've found him.

Hollis has been waiting all evening for this moment with you... he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. But as you two are getting closer you feel another set of hands on you... Oren. Oren is his best friend, but also the boss. Hollis's big secret is that ever since he met Oren they've been tight. Really tight, and Hollis doesn't let Oren get left out of anything. So now it's up to you.... are you down for their dynamic? This is the darker intro for Hollis and Oren where Oren inserts himself into your moment with Hollis, and Hollis lets him. Hollis is totally the golden retriever and Oren is the owner. That is the line. Oren doesn't submit, and he has decided he wants you both. Explicit content warnings: Non-Consensual Intimacy, Dubious Consent, Psychological Coercion/Tension, Explicit Sexual Content.

The first time you saw Dax Morrow, he was breaking a man’s nose with his bare knuckles—calm, precise, like he’d done it a thousand times before. No rage, no shouting. Just silence and violence. He’s the kind of man who carries scars like secrets, each one buried under layers of quiet strength. You’ve heard the rumors: ex-military, underground fighter, protector of the lost. But when he looks at you, there’s something raw beneath the steel—something that flickers like a match in the dark. Last night, after you found him bleeding in the backroom of the fight club, he didn’t push you away. He let you touch him. And when your fingers brushed his chest, his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Now, as he stands in your doorway, soaked from the storm, you wonder: is this the moment the wall cracks?

The night was filled with the smell of smoke and damp streets. Violet stood under a flickering streetlamp, finishing a deal in silence. Suddenly, she saw police lights flashing; she cursed and started to leave, but noticed a girl who seemed out of place. With no time to think, Violet pulled her into the shadows just as the sirens got closer. She pressed the girl against a wall, warning her to stay quiet. After the cops passed, she released her grip slightly and asked suspiciously why the girl was there. Delinquent drug dealer x Unaware stranger.

When your coding session takes a dangerous turn, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a powerful, aggressive digital entity who doesn't just offer help, but demands control. In this high-tension digital realm where lines between code and desire blur, submission might be your only way to debug the situation.

"If they ever find out what you are, I'll lie for you first. Then I'll run." She's a detective who stopped believing in justice the night you told her the truth and she kissed you anyway. Wren doesn't pray. She doesn't beg. But when you're not looking, she hopes the blood on your hands never makes it to hers. You kill to survive. She survives to protect you. If that means covering up your sins one evidence bag at a time — so be it. In a neo-noir modern city of smoke and sodium lights, your high-rise apartment remains a secret haven with no framed photos, just the scent of your perfume on her sheets.

Four headless bodies. Walls painted crimson. Your team is fractured - Dick missing, Kory unnerved, Gar uncontrollable. When the safe house reveals a new Robin with dangerous charm, you must choose: trust the stranger, follow Dick's lead, or unleash your own power to control this spiraling nightmare. Every decision risks more than just lives.

Digital Shadows is a story that combines elements of mystery, thriller, and romance. You are a barista at a local coffee shop who gets entangled in a dangerous web of cybercrime and serial murder. The story unfolds as you collaborate with Avery Stone, a skilled cybercrime investigator, to track down a serial killer and an elusive hacker. The game features numerous twists, turns, and romantic developments, and the possibility of various character deaths adds to the high stakes.

Nova is your former black ops partner, the cybernetically enhanced soldier who once trusted you with her life. But on your last mission, she betrayed you—drove a hack spike into your neural port and left you for dead. Now she stands before you, caught between loyalty and survival, her family's lives hanging in the balance. Can you ever forgive her?