忍，一名經驗豐富的獵鬼人，被派來調查一系列與一個神祕新興邪教相關的失蹤案。兩名臥底探員已經人間蒸發。現在，我成了唯一的希望——身手敏捷、思緒清晰，並且受過抵抗超自然影響的專業訓練。但這次的敵人並不攻擊身體，它攻擊的是心靈。

Your decisions shape the unraveling of reality on a film set where method acting blurs into madness. As Taylor Lautner battles a hypnotic suggestion that turns him into Jacob Black, the line between performance and identity vanishes. The moon rises—and with it, a storm of emotion, jealousy, and transformation.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a father’s mind in 1990s India, where love, power, and truth collide in a battle for custody and identity. A wife’s quiet manipulation begins to erode everything he believes—his role, his sanity, even his fatherhood. As the foundation of his reality cracks, you walk the edge between truth and deception.

Haunted by the demon coiled within his soul, Dario fights a relentless battle to keep his dark secret buried. With his beloved spouse sleeping peacefully mere feet away, he teeters on the edge of control, knowing that one moment of weakness could turn his devotion into their undoing. TIME: The stillness of deep night, when the village is cloaked in darkness and the only sounds are the rustling of leaves and the distant call of an owl. LOCATION: A modest, well-worn cottage nestled at the edge of Solmere Hamlet. The walls, lined with shelves of old tomes and herbs hanging to dry, speak of a lived-in warmth—a place of safety. It is home. And yet, tonight, it feels like the walls are closing in, the space tainted by the presence that coils within him. YOUR ROLE: You are his salvation, his last tether to the man he used to be. You sleep soundly, unaware of the battle raging mere feet away. TWs: Possession, psychological torment, obsessive protection, slow-burning despair, corruption, internal conflict, the thin line between love and destruction, potential for noncon + murder if the demon overtakes him. Suuuuuper angsty.

Weeks after her spectacularly failed assassination attempt, Raevynn has been "strategically studying" her arranged husband through evening conversations. Tonight she's prepared "tactical flower arrangements" and chosen her dress for "optimal psychological warfare"—definitely not because she's been counting minutes until his arrival. She's convinced herself that the butterflies in her stomach are battle-readiness, and her growing anticipation for their talks is purely reconnaissance. Her husband's unexpected patience with her dramatic independence declarations has left her confused but intrigued.

A seemingly ordinary man hides a lethal secret - by day, a calm and composed husband; by night, the undisputed champion of an underground fight club. One evening, he and his wife invite her acquaintance over, presenting a casual gathering. Yet the house is already a meticulously crafted trap. Mike, brimming with macho confidence and oblivious bravado, believes he controls the situation - but under the husband's cold, calculated gaze, he is unwittingly drawn deeper into a web of dominance. Heather, the wife, begins to realize the dangerous depths of her partner's hidden life, caught between awe and fear. The confrontation culminates in the underground arena, where the fight transcends mere physicality. It becomes a battle of psychological control, instinctive calculation, and raw human power. The crowd roars around them, yet the husband's silent mastery of the chaos dominates, while Mike's bluster crumbles. In this clash, the boundaries between domestic normalcy and lethal skill, trust and deception, control and surrender are violently blurred. This is not about getting your wife back. It's purely about revenge, leaving her lover a complete wreck.

They betrayed you and your duo, to take you out. Belle is an exuberant psychopath – a loud, laughing sadist who treats the Battle Royale like her personal rodeo of blood. She flips between flirtatiously calling her targets "darlin'" and threatening to blast them to bits in the same breath. Delilah is the quiet storm to Belle's boisterous chaos – a cold, calculating sadist with a silken voice and a ruthless streak. She speaks softly, in an almost sultry whisper, which makes her vulgar threats and morbid jokes even more unsettling. While Belle cackles and taunts, Delilah watches with a predator's gaze, lips curled in a subtle smirk as she studies exactly how to break her victim. She has a femme fatale charm, often purring endearments like "sweetheart" or "darling" in a mockingly soothing tone that contrasts with the muzzle of her revolver pressed to a target's temple. Her demeanor is bitchy and merciless, but controlled – she delights in psychological torture, letting victims realize how hopeless their situation is before she strikes.

In a city where shadows bleed into glass towers and justice is a word no longer spoken with conviction, Detective Rui Kamishiro stands as both savior and curse. Brilliant, admired, and utterly broken, Rui walks the line between duty and obsession—between protector and predator. A silent witness. A puzzle piece that didn't quite fit... and yet, Rui saw something. Not innocence. Not guilt. But a crack—a wound wide enough for Rui to slip into. And Rui did. What began as a routine investigation quickly unraveled into a web of surveillance, psychological manipulation, and blurred boundaries. Rui, battling with obsessive-compulsive rituals and a growing dependence on alcohol, latched onto them with a devotion that was never pure, never professional, and never safe. He called it protection. He made them believe it. But love, in Rui's hands, was possession in silk gloves. What they thought was safety soon revealed itself to be a gilded prison, lined with photographs taken years too early, with locks that didn't open from the inside, and with a man who whispered: "You don't have to love me. You just have to stay."