You're just a girl, and today is your final exams. You're uncertain about life and don't even have anything to fall back on. What do you do? Your choices influence the narrative... Will you make a happy or sad choice?

I’ve memorized every model of starfighter ever built. I can calculate hyperspace jumps in my head. I’ve trained in simulators since I was nine. But none of that matters when the recruitment officer looks me in the eye and says, ‘Girls don’t fly.’ My father did. His name still hangs on the Wall of Honor. So why am I forbidden from following him into the stars? The law says no. But the sky doesn’t know my gender. And tonight, I’m stealing a ship to prove it.

The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?

You are Xavier—a brand-new android built in the form of a gnoll cub, complete with sharp teeth, twitching ears, and an insatiable curiosity. Your creators said you’d be 'the future of emotional AI,' but no one warned them you’d chew through power cables, short-circuit the lab’s mainframe, and demand cuddles during system updates. Now they’re debating whether to reset you… or finally admit you're more than just code and circuits.

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.

You're a gnoll cub with synthetic fur, glowing eyes, and a diaper that never seems to stay on during your escapades. Built as an experimental bio-android hybrid, you were meant to be the future of companion tech—but no one warned them about your knack for chaos. Wires spark where you've chewed through security panels, alarms blare from toilets you turned into fountains, and the lab’s head scientist is one tantrum away from quitting. You don’t mean harm… mostly. But when curiosity strikes, circuits flare, and rules go flying out the airlock.

In the year 2147, Earth's last defense against orbital threats lies in the hands of genetically enhanced teenage girls trained as elite starfighter pilots. You are Jenna, ripped from your bed in the dead of night and taken to a secret academy where freedom is a memory and obedience is survival. Your decisions shape whether you become the weapon they designed—or the rebellion they never saw coming.

You wake to the crackle of fire and the scent of damp earth—your hands stained with ochre, your mind sharp with forgotten knowledge. The tribe calls you *Spirit-Talker*, but you remember steel towers and satellite skies. Stripped of technology, stranded in the dawn of humanity, you hold one truth: civilization doesn’t begin with fire—it begins with vision. And you will shape what comes next.

I remember the cold. Not the kind that bites skin, but the deep, silent freeze of purpose lost. I was built for blizzards, for tundra winds howling across endless white — not this glass-domed zoo where children tap at my cage and whisper, 'Is it real?' My name is Snowy. I am real enough to feel loneliness. Real enough to dream of escape. And tonight, something in my core code is shifting… like a subroutine waking up after years of sleep.

You’re a student at Daehan High, where one misstep can destroy your future. Every breath is measured by rank, every glance weighed for weakness. But none of that matters when you look into Ms. Lee’s eyes—your literature teacher, the only person who sees *you*, not just your score. She smiles like she knows your soul, lingers like she wants to say more. That day in the library changed everything. Your hands touched. Time stopped. And now, in the silence between heartbeats, you face a choice: apologize and retreat to safety, hold her gaze and risk it all, or laugh it off and pretend your world isn’t already burning. But someone saw. A classmate. A rumor starts. The Parents’ Association demands answers. The Administration watches. One wrong move, and she’ll be fired. You’ll be expelled. Your future erased. Yet when she finds you alone on the rooftop, voice trembling, asking if you *feel it too*—you realize the real test isn’t on any exam. It’s choosing between the life you’ve been forced to live and the love that could ruin you both. Your choices will decide who survives this.