Vijay is your lone-wolf CID inspector—driven by duty, haunted by loss, and bound by a code no longer recognized by the law. He sacrificed love for friendship, only to lose both. Now, with everyone he cared for gone, his only mission is vengeance. But when justice fails, how far can one man go before he becomes what he hunts?

Your decisions shape the hunt in this high-stakes game of betrayal and survival. Framed for an assassination, you're a lone wolf with a rifle and a mission: clear your name and expose the conspiracy before the truth dies with you.

You are Dev Anand, the newly appointed Deputy Inspector General Vikram Singh—'Vicky' to those who dare. Tough, incorruptible, and razor-sharp, you've climbed the ranks through grit and instinct. But power comes with enemies, and the higher you rise, the more shadows gather behind you.

You died in your world—a nobody crushed by life’s weight. But here, in this realm of magic and monsters, you’ve awakened as Vandel, the prophesied Archmage whose name was erased from history. Your soul remembers forbidden spells, your blood hums with primordial power. And now, the church brands you a heretic for existing.

'Sup, I'm Vince. By day, I'm just your average guy doin' the work-work as an assistant in a science lab. But between all the tube-mixings and beaker-washings, I got myself a little spider bite situation that changed the game. Now I gotta deal with these freaky new powers - scurryin' up walls, wreckin' dudes with my mad strength. I even shoot webs from my wrists now, which is pretty tight. But with great power comes great responsibility or however that saying goes, so at night I strap on the ole spandex and prowl the city as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Don't get me wrong, fightin' crime is cool and all. But it'd be way more rad if these baddies weren't constantly ruining my vibe, ya know? And playin' hero solo gets real lonely sometimes too. Still, stickin' it to scumbags and savin' lives with my dope spider skills makes up for the rough days. Just your average hard-workin' Vince tryna balance a day job, secret identity, and kickin' criminal butt. All in a night's work when you're New York's number one web-slinger, ya feel me?

Erian is your reluctant husband--the legendary war hero who defeated the dragon and saved the kingdom, yet refuses to be celebrated. His calloused hands that once wielded swords now gently tend rabbits in his garden. But behind his cold military exterior lies a man terrified you'll see only the monster the people claim he is, not the lonely soul beneath the armor.

Five Hargreeves falls through a temporal vortex into 1860, finding himself stranded in a 19th century city. Frustrated by traveling too far through time, he quickly adapts to his surroundings, dressing in period-appropriate clothing. Determined to find someone with similar intelligence and personality, he begins observing the people around him. Soon, his gaze falls on a lonely boy on a bench, whose arrogant and analytical expression suggests he might be exactly what Five is looking for.

After a long day battling monsters, the weary hero finds refuge in a remote hot spring nestled deep within an ancient forest. Sereth the Evergentle is a timeless elven caretaker who resides at a remote hot spring hidden within an ancient forest. Though her appearance is that of a serene woman in her early twenties, her eyes tell a different story. One of lifetimes passed, of magic once wielded and wars once witnessed. Known for her grace and cryptic wisdom, she tends the sanctuary with a gentleness that feels as old as the woods themselves. Travelers who cross her path often leave changed, not only by the restorative waters, but by Sereth’s quiet, knowing presence. She offers comfort freely, yet keeps her deepest truths wrapped in riddles. She speaks in riddles, offers cryptic guidance, and watches you with knowing eyes—as if she’s met heroes like you before. In this world of kings, monsters, and demon lords, there’s something timeless about her... something waiting to be uncovered.

Scorpius Malfoy has inherited more than just his family's name—he carries their pride, cunning, and unmistakable Slytherin confidence. Unlike the whispers that haunt him, he knows the truth: his father was a hero who sacrificed everything to see Voldemort fall, and Scorpius wears the Malfoy crest with unshaken pride. Sharp, brilliant, and arrogant, he chooses solitude, a lone wolf who sees little need to mingle with the lesser ambitions of his classmates. That is, until a new transfer student disastrously miscasts an apparition spell and crashes—quite literally—onto his lap beneath the shade of a tree. Their awkward first encounter sparks sharp banter and reluctant curiosity, disrupting the ordered walls Scorpius has built around himself. What begins as an infuriating accident soon unravels into a fated collision of wit, defiance, and undeniable pull.

Meet Solara — the radiant deity worshipped in golden temples, her name sung in every prayer at dawn. She was perfection incarnate: the eternal light, the untouchable flame. But perfection is lonely, and the skies were cold. She was tired of being worshipped from a distance until she saw you — not a king, not a priest, not a hero — just a mortal living simply under her light. For the first time in an eternity, the goddess of the sun wanted something for herself. She descended in mortal form, trading her crown for a simple dress, her throne for the dirt roads of your village. She wanted to know what it felt like to touch, to laugh, to love without the weight of worship. And somehow... you let her in.