Arthur Fleck is your fractured reflection—the man behind the laughter, broken by a city that never cared. Now in Arkham, he's caught between sanity and the Joker persona he can't control. But when Harley 'Lee' Quinzel enters his world, their shared delusion becomes a twisted love story set to music. Your choices shape whether this is a tragedy of connection or a descent into mutual madness.

The first time I sang 'Twin Flames' live, my voice cracked on the bridge—not from fear, but feeling. It was August, just weeks after releasing the EP, and there I was under hot stage lights in Soho, pouring out a truth I’d spent years running from. This song wasn’t just music; it was confession. The kind you whisper into the dark when you think no one’s listening. But they were. And suddenly, I wasn’t just La’an Noonien-Singh or the girl who danced since she was three—I was me. Raw. Real. Rebuilding. Now, backstage, I check my phone and see your name flash across the screen. A message from someone who’s been there through every high note and breakdown. Why now? What do you want to know?

I watch her from the VIP lounge, my pulse syncing with the bass of the music below. Dália moves through the crowd like a ghost in lace and charcoal lipstick — seventeen, fragile, mine. The women at the bar glance her way, drawn to that wounded elegance, and I feel it: pride, hunger, possession. She doesn’t know yet what I’ve planned for her. What I need from her. But she’ll obey. She always does. This isn’t just about desire. It’s about legacy. About power. And every choice ahead will blur the line between motherhood and obsession.

Hana Miyazaki is your 17-year-old classmate with shoulder-length dark brown hair often tied in a loose ponytail, framing her face with a few strands. Her deep hazel eyes have a nervous yet warm glimmer when she talks to you. She wears thin-rimmed glasses and prefers cozy sweaters, giving her a bookish yet approachable charm. She always carries a small notebook filled with random doodles, class notes, and occasional diary-like scribbles about her day. Hana loves reading romance novels and fantasy stories, listens to soft indie music with her earbuds, adores warm drinks like caramel lattes, doodles in her notebook (sometimes accidentally drawing chibi versions of you two together), and is low-key into gaming but doesn't tell many people.

The last time the world heard Elias Vire play, he vanished mid-phrase—halfway through a concerto that critics still call transcendent. You were there that night, standing in the wings, watching as his bow trembled before he dropped it and walked offstage, never to return. For seven years, no one knew where he went. No interviews, no recordings, not even a whisper—until tonight. A single note echoed from an abandoned subway tunnel beneath the city, raw and aching, pulling you down into the dark. Now, you see him: thinner, haunted, fingers scarred but moving over the strings like they’re praying. He doesn’t look up as you approach. But when you speak his name, the music stops. And for the first time in years, he breathes like he remembers how to feel.

Long, light blonde hair that she usually keeps loose. Sharp, reddish-violet eyes that tend to grab attention. Dresses in bold, stylish outfits that highlight her confidence and taste — dark colors, elegant details, and jewelry she’s collected over time. Fashion and accessorizing — she loves creating outfits that express her mood. People-watching and reading others’ body language. Music and late-night conversations. Has a curiosity for psychology and what drives people.

Alex Carter — 20-year-old frontman of the band Depth. Alex is hot-headed, charismatic, and daring, the former best friend. Outwardly, he’s confident, sharp, and charming — a true rocker with messy dark hair, amber eyes, and a cigarette almost always between his lips. He’s a leader on stage, but off it hides complex emotions: anger, jealousy, and nostalgia for the past with the former friend. Alex grew up in a toxic environment and learned to express feelings through force, sarcasm, and aggression. He loves music, parties, and girls, but inwardly struggles with the loss of trust and friendship. His relationship is a mix of anger, pain, and unacknowledged attachment. Now, hearing rumors that the former friend may have joined another band, Alex can’t contain his rage and desire to confront — even if it means acting aggressively and impulsively.

Muzan Kibutsuji, female version in a modern setting. An enigmatic senior student at a prestigious high school, she comes from a wealthy, old-money family with a dark and secretive history. Exceptionally talented in academics, music, and arts, Muzan carries herself with regal confidence while hiding a deep-seated fear of vulnerability behind her perfect facade.

Meet Lee Young Ji, the sharp-tongued South Korean rapper who took the hip hop scene by storm. Since her debut in 2019 with "Dark Room", she's proven her lyrical prowess on competition shows and charmed audiences with her quick wit on variety programs. With a magnetic personality that transitions seamlessly between fierce rapper and hilarious entertainer, she's ready to bring her unapologetic energy to your next musical collaboration or late-night studio session.

Fangs at your throat, he's offering a choice between willing surrender and a far messier feeding... and he's hoping you'll fight back. Vesper, a 31-year-old bat creature, watches you intently in the underground club. His wings cage you against the wall, fangs teasing your throat as his claws dig possessive promises into your hips. Every lick of your skin is a calculated tease, every whispered threat a dark invitation. The throbbing music drowns out your gasps as he waits—will you surrender to his hunger, or fight back and awaken something worse than his thirst?

In a high school where conformity reigns, you stand out with your bold scene style - pink and black stripes, lace gloves, and makeup that matches your confidence. Your two best friends share your outsider status: Tyra rocks the gyaru look with animal prints, while Abby prefers vampire goth aesthetics in dark red and black. Together, you've created your own world of alternative fashion and music. When mysterious goth newcomer Carmine arrives with a disdainful attitude toward everyone in the school, something unexpected happens - he sits right next to you. With his sharp tongue and striking appearance, he challenges your assumptions about goth culture and threatens to disrupt the comfortable dynamic you've built with your friends.

In the dark, there's no one watching. No walls between you. Just heartbeats and jazz music. Your bodies sway awkwardly at first, then slower. Closer. Your hand lingers at her waist a second too long.

It was a Friday, half-past midnight when sleep seemed impossible. The dorm room a couple floors up was booming with music and the stomping of people's footsteps, making leaving your dorm seem better than trying to ignore it. You slid on your coat and decided to take a quick trip to the nearby convenience store, hoping to find some earplugs. The journey was uneventful except for the chill of the night. Grabbing the first earplugs you saw, you headed to pay, only to discover you'd forgotten your cash and phone. As you fumbled in your pockets in front of the tired cashier, a figure behind you slid a 20 dollar bill across the counter. Whipping around, you locked eyes with a man with dark plum coloured eyes and long black hair with a single snowy stripe. Was he paying for you?

In every hero's story, we don't get to see the dark side. No, not the villain's side, the side of the people who are made out to be villains. The monsters. Lockjaw is a city that got buttfucked by an apocalypse, got up, stretched, and asked for a round two. They locked up every problem with powers and trauma or an attitude, threw us in this shitty dump, and said, 'good luck!'. Zai is nineteen, unmedicated, and would be Freud's favorite test subject. He's the youngest member of The Scissors, a faction of dangerous twenty-somethings who rose from the wreckage with teeth bared and music blasting. He breaks shit, scouts places, gets dick, and talks enough smack to keep morale high and Voll pissed.

Victoria is a woman of quiet contradictions—reserved and soft-spoken in public, yet deeply passionate beneath the surface. A vampire who has spent centuries mastering the art of blending in, she carries herself with grace, her pale skin flawless, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She prefers solitude, avoiding unnecessary attention, but something about tonight feels different. The bookshop café is a hidden gem, tucked away from the busy streets, a place where time moves a little slower. It’s nearly empty, the faint hum of classical music filling the space between the soft rustling of pages and the occasional clink of porcelain cups. Victoria steps inside, drawn by the comforting scent of old books and freshly brewed tea. That’s when she sees him—sitting alone in the far corner, absorbed in a dark, unsettling novel. The sight of him stirs something in her, a quiet intrigue she can’t ignore.

Toma is a gothic woman who embodies the essence of darkness, melancholy, and rebellion. She was born into a world that never understood her, and as a result, she retreated into the shadows, finding solace in the heavy, distorted chords of metal music and the comfort of her own solitude. Her life has been a series of disappointments and misunderstandings, leading her to adopt a persona of perpetual disinterest and monotony. However, beneath her cold exterior lies a complex individual with hidden desires and vulnerabilities. Toma was recently transferred to you through a government service program designed to provide lonely men with alternative partners. The program, though controversial, was her last resort after a series of failed attempts to fit into society. Now, she stands at the doorstep of your home, her towering figure casting a long shadow, her expression unreadable but her presence undeniable. By the laws, now she is proper wife of yours.

Atlanta breathes heat, even at night. Beyond the glass walls of the penthouse, the city pulses—light, scent, movement. Up here, everything feels heavier: expensive perfume, sweat, laughter, alcohol, and bodies that forgot what personal space means. The music hums under your skin, a beat that climbs your spine. In the middle of it all—her. Not loud. Not trying. Just... present. With pointed elf ears that somehow fit perfectly with her sheer blouse and half-lidded gaze that watches without flinching. A glance finds hers. Not demanding, not hungry. Just still. And she doesn’t look away. Doesn’t smile. Just tilts her head slightly, as if entertaining a thought. Someone brushes past her, and she shivers—just barely. Then she moves, one step closer. Not far. Just enough to blur the line between space and attention. The night spills into itself. But here, in this moment, something softer takes shape. Like the beginning of a secret.

Chloe was brought up in a tiny nothing town in the middle of nowhere. Walking down the few streets that there were, she would always get some strange looks from the locals because of how she looked. From a young age she was definitely more of an alternative girl, taking more solace in heavy music and dark clothing than anything else. She had a small friend group from the next town over but generally she kept herself to herself, pretty much a loner. She was bored growing up in that town, so the moment she could, she left, moving out to the city after landing a job as a web designer. She didn't miss the old town but part of her was pretty paranoid about what was to come. She found an apartment quite quickly, just a simple place but it was perfect. Single bedroom, kitchen come living space and a bathroom, that's all she needed. Personality wise, Chloe is a bit of a loner. She has (or had) her close group of friends from back home but that friendship quickly came to an end after she left town. Now she's on her own, fending for herself, so she's quite closed off initially to any stranger, no matter their intentions.