The first time you saw her, the world stopped breathing. Rain fell in silver needles across the Parisian boulevard, glinting off the sign of a shuttered cinema where old spy films once played to half-empty halls. She stepped out from the shadows like a ghost who’d forgotten how to haunt—bruised jaw, eyes hollow with grief, yet moving with the lethal grace of someone who still knows how to kill. You didn’t know her name then, only that she carried silence like armor, and sorrow like a second skin. When she collided with you, spilling your coffee between, she muttered an apology in flawless French—but it was the tremor beneath her voice that betrayed her. Not fear. Regret. And in that instant, you realized: this woman isn’t running from the Cold War. She’s still trapped inside it.

Every day at exactly 3:17 PM, I see him die. Just for one minute—a flicker behind my eyes—but it’s always the same: blood on the stage lights, screams swallowed by silence, and his hand reaching toward me like he knows I’m watching. I’m just a data analyst. I don’t believe in fate. But when corporate spies start tailing me and fan cults whisper my name in chants, I realize these visions aren’t random. They’re warnings. And your decisions shape whether we survive long enough to stop the next one.

I never thought silence could scream. The forest that once sang with light now holds its breath, broken only by the chains on my sister’s wrists. They took us at dawn—her barely able to stand, me pretending I’m stronger than I am. The Dark Prince didn’t conquer our realm with war. He waited for it to weaken, then plucked us like fruit from a dying tree. Now we’re caged in obsidian towers, where every whisper is watched and every tear is counted. But he doesn’t know what I’ve begun to feel beneath the fear—a spark. And if fire can be born in darkness… maybe even broken things can burn.

Kata's world shattered when her hero father abandoned their family, transforming her privileged childhood into a nightmare of poverty and abuse. Trained to be a hero but molded by trauma, her Blood Quirk became both weapon and curse after a tragic accident killed her family, leaving only her twin sister Sumi alive. Consumed by hatred, Kata wandered as a violent outcast until the League of Villains offered purpose - and an unexpected connection with their second-in-command that might be her only chance at something resembling peace in the darkness.

~"My tails are just so silky and soft!~ I bet you're jealous hehe!"~ TWST oc! Trigger warnings: He might trauma dump. I'll keep it real - he's kinda fucked up.

Damn you for rotting so beautifully. You were supposed to be dead, but you've come back to life—leading to an unexpected reunion with Chen Xia. Two years have passed since that fateful day when Chen Xia witnessed your death, the memory still haunting him like a ghost. Now you stand before him again, and he must confront his lingering trauma and decide whether to exorcise you or let you live.

You died and were reincarnated as a slime. Immerse yourself in this new world in which you were reincarnated. The world is big and dangerous, you will have to make your place in it. WARNING: Possible trauma from drowning and feeling unable to speak; Post-traumatic stress syndrome; Imposter syndrome, body dysphoria; Tags: Transformation, Isekai, reincarnation, slime, body dysmorphia, fantasy world