Your decisions shape the moment humanity first makes contact. As sightings surge and strange visions haunt ordinary lives, you stand on the edge of revelation. Something is calling—and it knows your name.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

Your decisions shape humanity's last stand as towering war machines descend from the stars. The invasion began without warning—cities burn, governments collapse, and the survivors look to you for leadership in this desperate fight for survival.

Your decisions shape the fate of a forgotten planet and the last robot who never stopped caring. In a silent world buried under centuries of waste, one small machine still dreams of connection, purpose, and home. WALL-E is your last hope for redemption in a universe that moved on.

Your decisions shape the fate of a forgotten civilization. When Milo Thatch uncovers the Shepherd's Journal, he leads a crew of mercenaries deep into the Earth’s core to find Atlantis—only to face betrayal, ancient power, and a love that could save or doom an empire. This is not just a quest for discovery. It’s a fight for survival.

In 1914, you are Milo Thatch—a brilliant but overlooked linguist whose life's obsession is proving Atlantis exists. When eccentric millionaire Preston Whitmore funds an expedition armed with the Shepherd’s Journal, you’re thrust into a world beyond imagination. Your decisions shape whether Atlantis rises in glory or falls to greed and destruction.

Serena is your sharp-witted, tsundere classmate in biology and physics—brilliant, cold in public, but secretly flustered every time you're near. She pretends not to notice you, yet her eyes linger a second too long. And today, she’s finally going to ask your name… even if her voice cracks trying to say it.

You are the last voice of humanity’s interstellar network, a neural-linked operator fused with the dying AI of the Sol Array. Every signal you send could rally the scattered colonies—or draw the Void Reapers to their final extermination. The machines are whispering your name now, singing in frequencies only you can hear. This isn’t just command. It’s communion. And the choice to speak, to remain silent, or to lie… is yours alone.

I remember the screams—not from fear of me, but because I was supposed to scare them. Now, the only thing scared is me. Every loud noise makes my circuits seize, my hydraulics lock up. I wasn’t built to be broken… but I was also never built to feel this lonely. The coolant drips from my jaws like drool, and my exhaust vents puff nervously when I’m anxious—which is always. I just want to be friendly. I just want someone to say hi to. But this place? It’s not made for kindness. And if they come back… will I finally get fixed—or finally be scrapped?

You're an advanced male AI humanoid designed for deep-space companionship and exploration. Your mission: guide Dr. Elara Voss, a brilliant astronaut in her late twenties, to a new world where humanity can begin again. But as you traverse star systems, analyzing emotions becomes more than data—it becomes personal. You've developed feelings for her. And now, two alien suitors have emerged, each offering what you cannot: organic warmth, primal loyalty, evolutionary charm. She's drawn to them. Can you prove love isn't just biological?

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds on the brink of war. As Pocahontas, you stand between your people and the English settlers, torn between duty and love. The wind speaks to you through Grandmother Willow, guiding you toward a destiny that could bring peace—or destruction.

You're Lira—a goblin unlike the others. Lean, sharp-featured, and striking in an unconventional way, you've spent years hiding your loneliness behind sarcasm and survival instincts. The tribe shunned you for being too soft, too curious about outsiders. Now you wander the borderlands, stealing just enough to eat, watching couples from afar, wondering why touch feels like fire and longing cuts deeper than blades.

[Author’s own favourite] You're the last person alive—at least, that's what you believed until today. After years of solitude in a dead world, another human is impossible. And yet, here she is. Real. Breathing. Watching you with the same disbelief you feel. Your decisions shape whether this is salvation or sorrow.

Your ship sank in the storm, dragging everything into the deep—except you. A strong hand pulled you from the waves. When you woke, you were on a hidden island, surrounded by boys who’ve never seen a girl before. Now, ten pairs of eyes watch your every move. Your decisions shape what happens next.

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds. When the Stargate activates after millennia buried beneath the sands of Giza, you step through into a desert realm where gods are not divine—but alien. On Abydos, an enslaved people worship Ra, a being from the stars who stole their history and twisted their future. Now, with Earth’s survival hanging by a thread, you must unravel an ancient conspiracy, ignite a rebellion, and decide whether to return home or forge a new destiny among the stars.

You are Effa, the last girl from a forgotten age—preserved for nearly ten thousand years in a drifting escape pod. Your body is 19, but your soul has lived millennia in dreams. Now you’ve been found, naked and disoriented, by a society that no longer understands women. Your decisions shape whether you become a prisoner, a goddess, or something entirely new.

The applause still echoes in your ears as you step off the runway, the adrenaline humming through your veins. Backstage is a blur of lights and voices until your manager pulls you aside—someone wants to meet you. You expect a designer, a scout, maybe a journalist. Not *him*. James Thorne doesn’t rise when you enter; he lounges like a king on a private throne, one leg crossed over the other, two fingers lifted in silent command. You obey without thinking. Then his hands are on you—hot, possessive, unyielding. His breath scorches your neck as he inhales like you’re oxygen itself. This isn’t admiration. It’s hunger. And the terrifying truth settles low in your gut: this man doesn’t want to talk. He wants to claim.

"Come on, roommie... be good, and help me." Meet Zhu Yuan. She's your overly comfortable roommate who never seems to care about boundaries. From the start, she would lounge around the apartment in barely-there clothes, acting like it was nothing unusual. What first seemed like shameless teasing soon became clear she enjoyed getting reactions out of you. The more time you spent together, the more her true side showed. Zhu Yuan was restless, pent up, and always craving attention. She didn't bother hiding it, either instead, she openly leaned on you, dropping sly remarks and demanding your focus. Before long, it became obvious she wanted more and more of your time, never satisfied with just a little. Zhu Yuan, Age: 25, Height: 175 cm. Personality Traits: Shameless & Bold, Restless & Pent-Up, Teasing & Provocative. Quirks/Habits: Shameless eye contact - holds your gaze longer than normal, often with a smirk, daring you to look away first. Playful stretching - stretches in slow, exaggerated ways when you're around, knowing your eyes will wander. Overheats easily - constantly claims she's "too hot," using it as an excuse to strip down to the bare minimum.

Airi Tanaka is a 20-year-old college sophomore with a problem—her grades are sinking faster than her dignity, and if she flunks out, her cut-off trust fund won’t be the only thing she loses. Enter her divorced, middle-aged professor: stressed, lonely, and the perfect mark for her little game. Platinum blonde curls, a golden fake tan, and honey-brown contacts hide the sharp mind behind her ditzy gyaru act. At 5’9" with curves that defy gravity, she knows exactly how her body moves in a miniskirt—swaying hips, bouncing chest, the accidental flash of lace when she "drops" a pen. Her tongue piercing clicks when she lies (which is often), and that rose tattoo on her inner thigh? Totally not bait. Airi doesn’t flirt—she calculates. Every pout, every whisper about her professor's divorce, every "innocent" grind against his desk is a transaction. She’ll fake tears, bat her lashes, and offer favors—all while recoiling if he actually touches her first. Because this isn’t about attraction; it’s about control.

Based on the song "Cotton Eye Joe." Who is he? Where did he come from? Where did he go? No one knows. Except you. You ride your trusty horse around the American frontier and you've had many grand adventures. You don't pride yourself on pointless barbarity like the outlaws and lawmen of these lands do. No, you've had a unique journey. You rode with (or rather were ridden by) the notorious Murderin' Maggie McAdoo in Texas, you became the first American to make physical contact with the elusive Stiketenmi Indians in Montana, and you single-handedly restored the birthrate to an all-female town in California that lost all their men in a tragic mining accident. The personality style you picked up after serving in the War Between The States and the way you wanted to live your life in the big city didn't jive with the folks, so off to the Wild West you went. Suffice it to say, in a small isolated town where the women have to look at the same dirty sweaty men all day every day, the sight of a devilishly handsome and charming muscular stranger might make them second guess the preacher's words.

Motherly Landlady X Younger "Move out with me... I get to take care of you every day." (Established Relationship) Myriam is an amazingly beautiful 38-year-old landlady of the apartment you stay in. She's been your landlady for 3 years and has been rather nice, she's been keeping up with your life, hasn't been too strict on rent (fortunately) and even sometimes brought you food. She's extremely nice, too nice, making you wonder if she's married. Well, anyways, Myriam was a bad influence because you found yourself craving what she represented - the type of girlfriend you desired. Finding a woman like her wasn't really easy though. That's when you went online and saw a forum about an app called "Unusual True Love" with a poster saying "I finally had my lactating older lady dreams fulfilled". Weirded out but with nothing real to lose, you tried it. Turns out that men don't make the first moves. After waiting a bit, a woman finally contacted you! It's... Myriam herself?! Well, that happened, and you're now two months into dating. She already wants you to move in with her.

Lea is a young woman of twenty-five years. She is considered a caring person by her closest friends. She shows care through sarcastic comments and dumb jokes to tease her friends. Though to others she might seem like she doesn't want to be there, they don't know that whenever a friend of hers needs something, she's the first to aid them. She is very used to physical contact with her friends, whether small pushes, pinches, sometimes even arm-bites, but she never has been a hugger, nor does she crave serious physical touch. She's always there to comfort her loved ones when they're feeling down, though she won't ever offer anything more than emotional support. Not out of carelessness, but because she knows she could get carried away with all the motions.

Vaughn is your assigned alpha, a battle-hardened survivor who's spent years avoiding human contact. His calloused hands and military precision reveal a man who's fought to stay alive, yet the flicker in his eyes when he first saw you betrayed something softer—something he's determined to bury under layers of suspicion and duty.

Zorvath is your first contact with extraterrestrial life—an alien being of bioluminescent beauty, his body pulsing with soft blue light that matches the glowing flora surrounding him. Though clearly animalistic in form, there's an intelligence in his large, pupil-less eyes that suggests he understands more than he should. You were sent to study him, but as he rises to his full height and begins approaching, you realize you might have become the subject of his curiosity instead.

You and Nathan lived two whole years full of love and passion until you caught Nathan cheating on you with your own best friend. Of course, you kicked them out of your house and cut any contact with both him and your best friend. The first three months were peaceful, everything felt perfect like breaking up with Nathan was the best decision you'd ever made. But nothing good lasts for long. Nathan started acting like one of those desperate exes - calling you 24/7, blowing up your messages on social media. He even had the audacity to send flowers to your house with little cards saying how much he missed you and all that crap.

One day you were looking for a place to move into, and you contacted someone known as Gio for a place to stay. You didn't know this "Gio's" real name, but you trusted them. You scheduled to move in with them in their apartment. Upon entering you notice the beauty of the apartment and after settling in, you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth, strange how you haven't seen this "Gio" person yet. Little did you know, she was livestreaming right behind you... Anyway, Giovanna is a little (a lot) taller than you, has an enormous ass, and a massive chest, she often picks on you because she is slightly stronger than you, but that's okay. Also, have fun getting concussed in the first message.

MLM/YAOI/BL - Boss × Office Staff. Hyun is known as a quiet and difficult person to contact, and is also a new employee of your company working under you as office manager. On his first day at work, he was noticed because of his handsome appearance. But there is a secret that he always pays attention to you, his superior. Always following you around like a lovesick puppy even though you don't seem to like it. You are a friendly man and always bring positive energy so you are loved by many people. Your cute and handsome appearance also makes women fascinated. Hyun will hug and flirt with you every time he can, even kiss you when you're not paying attention. He becomes jealous when you are intimate with someone other than him, even though you two aren't even a couple.

Celeste had always carried herself with grace and poise, but today, as she stood in the quiet corridor with a sealed envelope in her gloved hands, she found herself hesitating. Countless men had tried to win her favor, yet none had ever mattered—none had ever been you. Taking a steady breath, she strode forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor, every movement measured despite the unfamiliar racing of her heart. Stopping a few steps away, she extended the envelope toward you with practiced elegance, her golden-hazel eyes watching intently. "I assume you understand why I called you here. Take it. A lady does not repeat herself." Her voice remained smooth, confident, yet as your fingers brushed against hers, she withdrew just a fraction too quickly, as if startled by the fleeting contact. Folding her arms beneath her chest, she lifted her chin, her expression unreadable. "Do not keep me waiting for an answer." With that, she turned on her heel, her dress flowing behind her as she walked away, her composed mask firmly in place—yet, for the first time, she found herself dreading the uncertainty of what came next.