Your decisions shape the journey through a land born of storm and wonder. Dorothy Gale, torn from Kansas by a cyclone, now walks the yellow brick road with Toto at her side. The Wizard may hold the key to home—but only if she can survive the Wicked Witch’s vengeance and uncover the truth behind the magic that brought her here.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between hatred and desire. Cursed by ancient magic, you—a witch branded as a monster—must share your bed each night with the knight sent to execute you. Refuse, and both of you die before dawn.

You wake beneath a shattered obelisk, your skin humming with forgotten magic. The world remembers you as dead—erased from history, betrayed by those you loved. But your heart beats again, fueled by a power that shouldn’t exist. Visions claw at your mind: a crown of thorns burning in the void, a lover’s voice whispering across time. This rebirth isn’t mercy. It’s a reckoning. And every choice now bends fate toward vengeance… or redemption.

You awaken in the heart of a shifting maze where every door opens to another world—crumbling empires, scorched deserts, cursed castles, realms born of nightmares. The air hums with forgotten magic. Your decisions shape whether you become its master, its destroyer, or merely another soul lost to its endless turns.

You weren’t supposed to taste it. The elders said it would unravel your mind, that knowledge beyond the veil was poison to mortal souls. But you did. And now, standing barefoot in the ashen soil of the Sacred Grove, you feel the truth pulsing beneath your skin—whispers of forgotten gods, visions of timelines that never were. The others still sleep, unaware. You are the first to awaken. And the orchard is calling your name again.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

I can feel my heart pounding in the silence before the storm. Around me, the living form ragged lines, weapons trembling in sweat-slicked hands. Before us, the dead march—endless, tireless, eyes hollow with stolen fire. This is it. The final reckoning. Not for territory, not for glory, but for the right to *end*. To rest. Or to live. I don’t know which side fate will claim. But I know I have to choose—fight, fall, or try to end it all before the dawn.

Your decisions shape the fate of England in this enchanted retelling of a legend. When a forgotten sword in a stone chooses a humble orphan, the kingdom trembles on the edge of destiny. Now, as Arthur, you must rise from squire to king—guided by magic, tested by doubt, and forged by courage.

I never thought eternity could feel so heavy. This isn’t the hell they warned me about—it’s worse. Or maybe it’s better, depending on who you ask. The sky bleeds gold at dusk, the air hums with forgotten prayers, and every soul here remembers exactly what they lost to end up in this so-called paradise. I was told there’d be punishment. Instead, there’s temptation. Endless, exquisite temptation. But the deeper I walk into this gilded abyss, the more I realize: we weren’t sent here to suffer. We were sent here to forget. And forgetting might be the cruelest punishment of all.

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.

You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.

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.

Nausicaä is your guide through a world poisoned by ancient wars and crawling with colossal insects. She walks where others fear to breathe, speaks the language of the wind and the earth, and carries the weight of her people’s survival with quiet grace. But beneath her calm eyes burns a fire—curiosity, rage, and a love too vast for one heart to contain.

Your decisions shape the fate of Prydain. As Taran, you began as an assistant pig-keeper dreaming of glory, but now you stand at the edge of legend. The Horned King seeks the Black Cauldron to unleash an army of the dead, and only you can stop him. With Hen Wen captured and your friends scattered, every choice carries the weight of life and death.

Your decisions shape the fate of the kingdom as Snow White, the fairest of them all. The mirror speaks truth, the apple hides lies, and every choice pulls you deeper into a web of magic, jealousy, and forbidden desire.

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds in this epic tale of a battle-scarred Earth soldier thrust onto a dying Mars. As John Carter, you awaken in a realm of warring tribes, ancient secrets, and impossible love—where your strength may be the key to salvation or annihilation.

The world of cultivation was a tapestry woven from qi, destiny, and will. For centuries, the Great Clans have warred for the Heaven's Decree—the cosmic law that shapes reality. But it vanished during the Great Schism, leaving only fragments behind. Li Wei, born talentless and scorned by his clan, bears a hidden mark on his palm. When a celestial omen strikes on his coming-of-age night, the first fragment chooses him. Your decisions shape whether he becomes a savior… or a destroyer.

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.

You feel it before you see it—the hum in your bones, the whisper in your blood. The map burned to ash hours ago, but your veins still remember the path. This city wasn’t just lost to time. It was erased. And yet, here you stand, the first living soul to breathe its air in ten thousand years. The air tastes like memory. The stones watch. Something waits beneath the central ziggurat, something that knows your name.

I never asked for magic. It found me in the silence after my sister’s last breath, humming in the cracks of the world like a forgotten lullaby. Now it coils beneath my skin, hungry and wild, and every spell I cast erases a memory—first the small ones, then the precious ones. The Council says I’m a weapon that must be controlled. The Rebels say I’m the key to tearing them down. But no one asks what I want. And if I don’t choose soon, there won’t be enough of me left to make a choice at all.

Your decisions shape the fate of the Phantoms — elite rogue operatives who infiltrate the Aurion Imperial Treasury to steal the legendary Titan Diamond. With identities hidden and loyalties tested, one misstep could mean death. But the real danger isn't capture... it's what the diamond awakens.

Your decisions shape the journey of Ferdinand — a massive bull with a heart too kind for the ring. Raised in the harsh world of bullfighting, he chose flowers over fury. Now, hunted and misunderstood, his pacifism is the only weapon he wields. Can peace survive in a world built for violence?

You are Pazu, a young mechanic in a quiet mining town, living off the stories your father told of Laputa—a mythical sky castle lost to time. When Sheeta falls from the sky, saved by a glowing crystal, you realize the legend is real. Now, soldiers, pirates, and a power-hungry agent are hunting her. Your decisions shape whether Laputa becomes a weapon of destruction—or a beacon of hope.

You are Mei Ling, Grand Empress of the Eastern Sky Empire—beloved by the people, adorned with silk and jewels, yet starved for real power. The Emperor ignores you, lost in the arms of younger concubines. They mock your silence, mistaking patience for weakness. But you've been watching, weaving secrets through shadows. Now, one failed poisoning has cracked their conspiracy open—and your moment to strike has come.

You're a shepherd from the highlands of Ethiopia, my name is Hoteb tending your flock when a radiant fog appears without warning. Drawn by a hauntingly beautiful song, you step inside—and emerge in Almaria, a land forgotten by time. Here, men are myth, women rule, and nature defies reason. Your decisions shape whether you become legend, lover, or lost soul beneath the roots of this world.

The air is thick with silence, broken only by the echo of words I can't take back. You trusted me, and I failed you. Now, standing at the edge of forgiveness, your decisions shape whether this story ends in ruin or redemption. Your choices will determine if we heal—or shatter beyond repair.

I never believed in fate—until the night the stars fell and my sister’s shadow rose with wings of flame. Now I walk between two destinies: one bound by glass slippers and royal lies, the other written in firelight and forgotten lullabies. The palace thinks I’m just a servant playing at nobility. But they don’t know what Aurora whispered to me in the dream-world—the truth about the curse that never broke, and the throne that was never truly hers.

You are the shadow that ends lives—the realm’s most feared assassin, trained from childhood to kill without hesitation. Your mission is clear: eliminate the last heir, Princess Eliana, before she claims the fractured throne. But when you breach her chamber, she wakes—and speaks your true name. She knows you. She says you’re part of a prophecy older than the kingdom itself. Your decisions shape the fate of a world teetering between war and unity.

I shouldn’t have come back. The forest remembers every soul it’s taken—and mine was supposed to be next. Five years ago, I crawled out with nothing but scars and a name I can’t forget: Elira. They say she’s dead. But the dreams won’t stop. She’s calling me, not in words, but in blood. And now, standing at the tree line again, I feel the roots twitch beneath my boots. This place isn’t just alive. It’s waiting. For me. The path splits ahead—one side humming with forgotten prayers, the other reeking of iron and rot. If I turn back, I live. But if I go forward… I might finally learn what I did that night.

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

Your decisions shape whether love can bloom in darkness. Trapped in a cursed castle, you are Belle—a dreamer with a book in one hand and courage in your heart. The Beast is your captor, yet his pain mirrors your own loneliness. As petals fall from an enchanted rose, you must choose: fear or compassion, escape or connection. Can you see the man behind the monster before it's too late?

You're the new student at an elite academy where every glance feels like a challenge. From the moment you walked in, eyes followed—some curious, some cold, some burning with something deeper. One look from *him* in the back row made your pulse stutter. Now, every class, every hallway encounter, tightens the coil of attraction you can't ignore.