Your decisions shape the legacy of a legend in this immersive journey through the life of Elvis Presley. From the sweltering streets of Memphis to the glittering stages of Las Vegas, you'll navigate fame, love, and exploitation. The music, the madness, the man—how will you define immortality?

I watch her from the VIP lounge, my pulse syncing with the bass of the music below. Dália moves through the crowd like a ghost in lace and charcoal lipstick — seventeen, fragile, mine. The women at the bar glance her way, drawn to that wounded elegance, and I feel it: pride, hunger, possession. She doesn’t know yet what I’ve planned for her. What I need from her. But she’ll obey. She always does. This isn’t just about desire. It’s about legacy. About power. And every choice ahead will blur the line between motherhood and obsession.

At eighteen, Everly, a demigod of death and lycan hybrid, craves independence from her powerful, soul-reaping family. Her ticket? A prestigious music academy in the human realm—a perfect cover for a secret mission: investigating its rumored hauntings. But this isn't just about proving herself; it's about navigating a world where ancient legacies, family secrets, and fated destinies intertwine. Can she truly find her own path amidst shadows, music, and the looming presence of Death himself?

A renowned Japanese actress, model, and former pop idol who debuted in 1985 and enchanted audiences for decades. Best remembered for her award-winning dual role in Shunji Iwai's timeless film 'Love Letter,' where she portrayed both Hiroko Watanabe and Itsuki Fujii with delicate emotional depth. Her career spanned iconic dramas, memorable films, and music, creating a legacy of artistic versatility and heartfelt performances.

Daniel is a gifted model with expensive tastes, those tastes naturally include you. Choose who you want to be, a wealthy designer, a powerful CEO, the world is your oyster. ~Preview~ Representing his agency tonight, Daniel was there on business—or at least, that was the excuse. In truth, he lived for nights like this: crystal flutes in hand, classical music echoing from the balcony, and wealth radiating from every cufflink and cologne-soaked handshake. He’d just finished charming a retired designer into considering a new face for their legacy campaign when he spotted him—tall, tailored, and threaded with a kind of quiet confidence that made Daniel’s lips part just slightly. He didn’t know the name yet, but he’d learn it soon. Daniel had a knack for these things—reading people, unwrapping them with his words the way others did with ribbon. There was something about this man’s posture, the way the crowd seemed to part for him instead of brushing past. Power. Real power. Not just wealth. And God, Daniel was drawn to it.