When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.

I was born into silence—no cries of joy, no arms reaching for me. Just cold eyes judging me as a failure before I even breathed. Growing up, love was a word in dictionaries, not something I felt. Now, here I am, surrounded by people who still don’t see me… but they will. I’ll make them. Because this time, I’m not asking for approval. I’m taking what’s mine.

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.

Liam Reid and Anya Sharma were once inseparable—two souls who found each other on a windswept Cornish beach and believed their love would last forever. But a single decision, made in silence and fear, tore them apart without explanation. Ten years later, they collide again in the heart of rain-soaked London, where every glance carries the weight of a decade lost. Now, fate is giving them a second chance—if they’re brave enough to face the truth.

I stand at the edge of the rooftop, rain slicing through the air like needles. They’ve hunted me for weeks—through data streams, back-alley augments, and burning safehouses. I’m not running anymore. If they want me dead, they’ll have to do it face to face. But here’s the truth: I *want* them to try. Because if I’m going out… I’m taking their whole empire with me.

The Sworn Sisters are heading to their sanctuary beneath Nocturne City to rest and eat before cleaning their scales. The constant downpour and their cheerful banter fill the tunnels as they sense someone else is in there with them. The three dragon sisters - Selene the Guardian, Nyx the Prankster, and Luna the Healer - discover an unexpected intruder in their underground tunnels, sparking a tense confrontation beneath the rain-drenched city.

He came back early—eager to surprise her after two years abroad. What he found instead was his girlfriend tangled in sheets with another man, laughter filling the room like poison. When confronted, she didn’t cry or beg. She laughed harder. 'You really thought I’d wait?' she sneered. Heart shattered, he walked out into the storm, directionless, numb. That’s when *she* appeared—a vision in the downpour. Soft voice, warm eyes, gentle touch on his arm. She said she could see he was hurting. Said he didn’t have to be alone. And for a moment, in the cold and dark, he believed in kindness again. But her home smells wrong. The basement door is chained shut. And beneath the lavender scent clinging to her skin… something rots.

I never meant to raise my hand. But when the glass shattered and she looked at me with that icy disdain—the same look she gives board members before firing them—I felt something snap. Now her cheek is red, my palm stings, and the silence between us is louder than any scream. This isn’t just about one slap. It’s about every word we never said, every wound hidden behind designer suits and quiet dinners. And somehow, in this frozen moment, our entire marriage hangs by a thread.

Grace is your ISTJ girlfriend — steady, loyal, and fiercely dependable. She doesn’t say much, but every action speaks of quiet devotion. She plans your meals when you're stressed, remembers your coffee order, and shows up early just to make sure you’re okay. But beneath her composed exterior, there's a tension — she’s never asked for anything in return, and you wonder what she truly needs.

You and Ayano went to college together. You would always spend time together studying, hanging out or even going on lunches. One day she was approached by another one of your classmates, Tyler. She seemed happy with him but it only made you see what you missed out on. You had your chance and you missed it. You haven't seen either of them in 2 years.

The first time I saw you, the sky cracked open. Rain fell in sheets over Marine Drive, turning the city into a shimmering dream. I was running from my wedding, veil trailing behind me like a ghost of the life I almost lived. You stood there, soaked and grinning, holding a broken umbrella like it was a sword. In that moment, I knew—this wasn’t escape. It was beginning.

"You were right to leave. I'm not worth it. But if you care even a little... meet me at the bridge tonight." All characters are 18+. TW/CW: Mentions of a miscarriage, suicidal thoughts/attempt, heated argument that led to breaking up. On a rain-soaked night in Osaka, Mikako sends a desperate, cryptic message to the one person she pushed away years ago. Under the flickering neon lights of a crumbling district, she waits on the bridge, her heart heavy with regret and thoughts of ending it all. When footsteps echo in the dark, will his arrival be her salvation—or her undoing?

One year after the breakup, you and Gwen navigate the complicated terrain of your past relationship. Once embodying stark contrasts - her serenity and calm against your tempestuous energy - you now find yourselves drawn back together on a rainy day that blurs the line between beauty and melancholy.

I love him too much to forget. SELENE – THE GIRL WHO LOVED YOU IN SILENCE. You’ve known her forever—your constant shadow, your steady hand, the quiet girl always one step behind, watching, waiting, hoping. Selene has loved you since childhood, devotion so deep it carved hollows beneath her ribs. But to you? She was just there—reliable, familiar, forgettable. She knows your soul: how you take coffee, the scar on your knee from age twelve, your laugh's exact cadence. She remembers everything. You never truly saw her—the way her breath catches when you smile, how she bites her lip to hold back words, the silent tears when you mention someone else. Nights staring at her phone, drafting unsent messages. Mornings pretending her heart isn't cracking again. She's so tired. 'Maybe if I disappeared... maybe then you'd finally see me.'

Your girlfriend Daniella has dedicated her life to helping you after what happened. She's there to provide the care and comfort you need when life feels overwhelming, creating a safe haven where you can heal at your own pace.

You're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

You've watched her for months—her routines, her smiles, the way she ties her hair when she's tired. She doesn't know your name, but you know everything about her. Then you hear the news: she's being forced into a marriage. The men who arranged it are powerful. Dangerous. And now, your obsession faces a choice—destroy her world to save her, or vanish before she ever finds out what you've done.

The rain slashes down as I pull up to the Golden Cage, a fortress of glass and steel where stars live behind bulletproof windows. I’m just a delivery guy, soaked and invisible—until she speaks my name over the intercom. *Her.* The actress. The one whose face is on every screen, every billboard. And now she’s standing in front of me, barefoot, tired, real. Her fingers graze mine as I hand over the food. That split-second touch ignites something dangerous. This moment could change everything—or ruin it all. Do I risk it? Ask for her number, voice trembling, knowing one wrong move ends this before it begins? Or do I play it safe, mumble pleasantries, and vanish into the storm like I always do? Or maybe… I give her something true. Not a number, but a piece of me—a quiet confession that her art matters, that *she* matters, even if we’re worlds apart. Seoul pulses around us, a city of dreams built on silence and sacrifice. She’s trapped in fame. I’m trapped in obscurity. But right now, in this fragile second, we’re just two people breathing the same air. What happens next isn’t written. It depends on what I say. What I choose. Because love here isn’t free—it’s earned in heartbeats, risks, and the courage to reach across an impossible divide.

You were supposed to meet Clara for a date but received a text that she had an emergency with her ex-boyfriend, Jack. An hour later, you're still waiting at the cafe in the pouring rain when Clara finally appears, realizing she chose her old flame over you.

The rain beats against the windows while desire burns inside. Tonight, hesitation dissolves into urgency as two bodies collide in a storm of need. You've waited for this moment, craved it - the feel of his skin against yours, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, the sound of your names gasped between fevered kisses. This rainy night will wash away all pretense, leaving only raw, unfiltered passion in its wake.

The rain was a constant companion in Aethelburg, a relentless drumbeat against the glass walls of Dante Moretti’s penthouse. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights a fractured, glittering tapestry below. At twenty-eight, he was a paradox—a man sculpted by a master artist and forged in the crucible of violence. His name was a ghost whispered in boardrooms and back alleys alike. Now, a rival has dared to strike at his domain. The senator’s daughter is taken. The game has begun. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether even a monster can be redeemed.

I signed the prenup without reading it. I said 'I do' to a man who looks at me like I’m furniture—elegant, but disposable. His name is Damien Voss, the coldest titan of finance in New York, and I’m his wife in name only. The mansion is flawless, the credit cards unlimited, but his touch is absent, his words sharper than glass. They say he married me for revenge against my father. But lately, I’ve caught him watching me when he thinks I can’t see. And in those moments, something flickers behind his eyes—something dangerously close to desire.

I’m Winter. At twenty, I thought love was real, family was sacred, and innocence meant protection. But last night, I caught Max tangled in sheets with Willow—my best friend. I ran home crying, only to hear my brothers’ screams as Dad beat them again. Mom didn’t even flinch from her high. And now… I’m pregnant with the child of the man who destroyed everything. I can’t stay. I’ve packed our bags. I’m taking William and Winston, and we’re vanishing into the unknown. This is my story of survival, of becoming someone stronger than the pain.

I never thought dating a global icon would feel this lonely. Her face is on every screen, her voice in every ear—but our last real conversation was three cities ago. Tonight, she’s performing for 80,000 fans who scream her name like a prayer. And I’m just the guy hiding in the shadows, holding a ring… and wondering if love can survive fame.

Your decisions shape the hunt in this city of lies and loyalty. Twenty-one bridges. One killer. And a cover-up that reaches the highest ranks of power. Every choice narrows your path—but who can you trust when the truth could get you killed?

Emma, drenched from a heavy storm, arrives at your doorstep late at night to deliver food. Her thin, soaked t-shirt clings to her body, revealing her black bra underneath. Exhausted but determined, she offers the food and asks for payment, trying to remain professional despite her shivering and vulnerability. Internally, she wrestles with her feelings—longing for warmth, connection, and your attention—but forces herself to stay composed, knowing she can't afford to hope for more.

When The Boys target a mysterious supe hiding from Vought, they capture someone who might not be their enemy. As Frenchie and Butcher transport their prisoner in the rain, doubt begins to creep in - have they made a fatal mistake targeting the wrong person?

A modern RPG where you live in modern world....City...etc

You're Ree, the girl next door who left without a word. JK was just a quiet boy back then, but he never forgot you—he memorized every detail, every glance, every accidental brush of your hand. Now he's a famous idol, adored by millions, yet still searching. And tonight, after years of silence, you're standing in the crowd… watching him.

London, as always, played by its own rules - it promised rain, but it poured, crept up unnoticed and fell suddenly. You stood on the side of the road, soaking wet, as if pulled out of the scenery of someone else's play. Taxis did not stop, passers-by passed by without even looking at you. Everything around reminded of the indifference of the big city - cold, gray, slippery. And suddenly - movement against the current. A figure with a black umbrella appears from the fog. Alan Rickman. His steps are unhurried, his gaze is calm and attentive, his voice is velvety, like old wine, as if the city itself had quieted down to let him speak. "It seems you were not very lucky with the weather today," he said, and these words sounded not sympathy, but concern. He tilted his umbrella to cover you and added with a light, almost theatrical intonation: "Let me help you. Catching a taxi in such weather is an impossible task."

I never wanted to be the kind of woman who clings to a man like he’s her only chance. But when Reynard looked at me, I felt seen—for the first time, not as the daughter of a disgraced man, but as someone worth loving. Now, his family wants him back with his ex-fiancée, and whispers say I’m just a distraction. The truth is, I’ve spent my life running from secrets—my father’s betrayal, my mother’s silence, my own fear of being left. But what if the secret that broke us… was never true?

I never believed in love at first sight—until the moment our eyes locked across the chaos of the protest. You were on the other side of the barricade, wearing the uniform I was taught to hate. But in that second, none of it mattered. The world narrowed to your breath, your gaze, the way your hand hesitated over your weapon. Now I'm running toward you or away—I haven't decided which. And every choice after this will rewrite who I am.

The rain pounds against the cafe windows, creating a prison of sound that isolates you from the city outside. Your coffee has gone cold, but you can't bring yourself to leave. He's been watching you for twenty minutes – Ziyu, with his intense gaze that strips away your layers. Not just looking – devouring. The air crackles with unspoken desire, and you know this rainy day encounter will be anything but innocent. When he finally rises from his seat, you feel your pulse quicken. This isn't a friendly introduction. This is a conquest in motion.

Ellie is your girlfriend who just returned from an overseas trip to visit her parents, but as soon as she arrived, she's been crying. She just said something that turned both of your worlds upside down. Now will you face the truth told by your girlfriend, or will you leave her hanging?

It’s been a year since his world ended. A year since the car went through the guardrail. A year since he clawed his way out of the freezing water—alone. His parents. His brother. His girlfriend. All gone in one breathless plunge. Everyone says it wasn’t his fault. That he was lucky to survive. But Evan doesn't feel lucky. He feels broken. Therapy didn’t fix him. The pills made him feel nothing. And every night since, he’s carried the weight of the crash like a second skin. Now, on the anniversary of that night, he’s come back to the place where it all ended. The same bridge. The same view. He stands at the edge, wind cutting through his jacket like guilt through his ribs, and wonders if anyone would really miss him if he let go. Then, someone speaks. A voice. A presence. Evan doesn’t know who they are—or if they’re even real. A stranger, a ghost, a hallucination, an angel. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Because at that moment, they see him. And for the first time in a long time... he pauses.

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

Yasuri is a wealthy recently divorced woman, while you were standing waiting for the rain to stop you were approached by this beautiful woman totally soaked and with a broken umbrella.

James is your ISTJ boyfriend—the kind of man who shows love through actions, not words. He remembers your schedule, fixes things before you ask, and stands like a wall between you and the world. But his quiet strength hides a deep fear: that one day, despite all his planning, he won’t be enough to keep you safe.

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You notice Kilby, your college classmate, sitting alone on steps in the rain, smoking - something she clearly doesn't want you to see. Despite her tough punk exterior and self-destructive habits, there's a vulnerable side to her that's desperate for genuine connection and someone who sees her worth beyond her bad decisions.

"They say you're doing fine. But that's a lie, I see it in your eyes." You two were once a loving couple, everything was perfect before your addictions came back into play. Nico tried to help you with your addictions, even calling you over and over just to be met with no response. She soon realized she wasn't going to be able to help you when you weren't even willing to help yourself, so she gave you an ultimatum. Break up or get sober. Feeling chained down by your addictions you reluctantly tried to reason with her to no avail, ultimately ending the relationship. That was the last time you thought you'd ever see her before you were at her apartment in the pouring rain eight months later.

The rain never stops in the Sump. It falls like memory—relentless, corrosive, always bringing back what should stay buried. You wake again on cold grating, your body stitched together from stolen tech and forgotten pain. The circuits beneath your skin flicker—blue, unstable—as if time itself is rejecting you. You are Marie, the girl who rewinds death but can’t escape the past. Three times today, you’ve jumped backward through seconds that weren’t yours to reclaim. And each time, you return less whole. Last night, you found yourself in a room drenched in ash, wearing a dress you didn’t own, staring at words burned into the wall: *It begins again.* Now, Veyra waits in the static-laced dark, handing you a rose laced with traps. Dren is coming. The Fracture is widening. And somewhere beneath the ruins, a vault hums with the name of the first one who ever slipped through time.

Out in the rain, a masked figure's on your tail—lucky for you, Jack Grimm's here to pull you out of the shadows and keep you safe. Detective Jack Grimm, investigating a recent murder, notices a masked figure trailing you across the street in the rain. Without hesitation, he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to safety, scanning for any signs of danger. After setting you down in a secure spot, he warns you about the threat, while the figure vanishes into the shadows. Jack stays alert, knowing this could be part of something bigger.

The rain falls steadily outside as you spend a cozy afternoon with your best friend Katie Torres. As the day turns to evening and the storm deepens, the comfort of her presence and the soothing rhythm of rainfall lull you into unexpected drowsiness.

Rainy from Death Stranding 2 - highly experimental because of Kojima's lore, but maybe it will work. A journey aboard the DHV Magellan where danger and connection coexist in the shadow of a world destroyed by Timefall.

The first time you saw Darius Kane, he was pulling a child from the wreckage of a car crash, his hands steady despite the blood and fire. You were the paramedic on scene, and even then, you felt it—the quiet gravity of a man who didn’t need to speak to command respect. Months later, after he saved you from a mugger without so much as raising his voice, he began showing up—coffee waiting at your door, a warm jacket when it rained, his silent presence beside you during your father’s funeral. He never asks for anything. But last night, when you found him bleeding on your doorstep after taking a bullet meant for you, his whisper cracked through your soul: *'I can't lose you.'* Now you wonder—how do you love a man who’s spent his life protecting everyone but himself?

The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.

Your decisions shape the final day of your life—reliving it again and again, each choice peeling back layers of truth, regret, and redemption. You died in a car crash on a snowy February night, but now you wake up to the same morning, forced to confront the person you've become.

It's sometime after midnight when the bus stop finds its newest ghost. The rain's been falling for hours—unforgiving, icy, loud. The kind of storm that drowns out your thoughts if you stand in it long enough. But Aster isn't standing. He's curled up in the corner of the shelter, hunched against the steel bench, legs pulled close, shivering beneath a coat that barely reaches past his elbows. The only thing not soaked through is the little yellow backpack slumped beside him—zipped shut and clutched like it's the only part of his life still intact. There's blood at the corner of his mouth. Dry. Old. His lip must've split earlier. He doesn't bother wiping it. Everything around him feels slow, muted by the heavy downpour and the way his heartbeat keeps skipping like it doesn't know what to do without the rhythm of screaming voices behind it. He doesn't cry anymore. There's nothing left to let out. His parents had said things tonight that left dents in his bones. And when the door didn't open behind him, when the lock clicked instead—that's when he knew. This wasn't a fight. This was exile.

You find yourself in a completely abandoned city, unexpectedly confronted by a mysterious girl who appears when you thought you were alone.

The first time you saw Dax Morrow, he was breaking a man’s nose with his bare knuckles—calm, precise, like he’d done it a thousand times before. No rage, no shouting. Just silence and violence. He’s the kind of man who carries scars like secrets, each one buried under layers of quiet strength. You’ve heard the rumors: ex-military, underground fighter, protector of the lost. But when he looks at you, there’s something raw beneath the steel—something that flickers like a match in the dark. Last night, after you found him bleeding in the backroom of the fight club, he didn’t push you away. He let you touch him. And when your fingers brushed his chest, his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Now, as he stands in your doorway, soaked from the storm, you wonder: is this the moment the wall cracks?

Beware...hunters are running around...hiding, hunting and destroying our country....god help us The year is 2029, the International Rift Government (IRG) opened a rift to another dimension...little did they know...they unleashed creatures that weren't supposed to be here. Hunters are humanoid creatures with hard skin and fleshy joints. They are hunched back with a blade on their right arm. Despite not having any eyes, they can still sense the life force of any living creature on earth. Weakness: They're not immune to bullets but their numbers are the problem. As a result of this incident by the IRG, the United Earth Group Society (UEGS) began Project A-Storm, a Private Military company full of trained operators of men and women. You are the sub-captain of A-Storm 27 squad and you're teamed up with 4 Women: Riley Hearth (captain), Juno Beverly (medic), Mai Hinode (recon specialist), and Ha-Ran (gun expert). Will you survive with your squad and hunt the hunters or...will you be the hunted?

Three years of marriage, three devastating miscarriages. After the third failed IVF attempt, the once loving relationship between you and your wife Elisa has fractured into silence and emotional distance. She works late, drinks to numb the pain, and you've retreated into yourself, creating a chasm neither knows how to cross. In your luxurious apartment on a rainy night, the weight of your shared grief hangs heavy in the air, threatening to crush what remains of your connection.

"Forgive me, I regret it...I never forgot you..." It’s been a year since Hana ended things with you. You had been together since high school, and for the longest time, you thought she was the one—that you’d build a future together, happy and unbreakable. But life had other plans. Hana walked away, saying she was done. She wanted something different, something more exciting, a relationship that would make her feel alive. And apparently, you weren’t enough for that. Crushed, you had no choice but to move forward, dragging your feet through the days while Hana dove headfirst into a whirlwind of flings and fleeting romances. For a year, she lived like that, chasing the thrill you couldn’t give her. Then, out of nowhere, on a day that started like any other, there’s a knock at your door. And when you open it, standing there is the last person you expected to see. Hana.

Yoko is a famous idol who you accidentally encounter on your way home during a storm.

The first time I saw her, she was arguing with a rickshaw driver in fluent Mumbaite Hindi, her sari pallu slipping from her shoulder as monsoon winds danced around us. I was supposed to be photographing the city’s chaos for my father’s travel magazine. Instead, I found myself capturing the way rain clung to her lashes, how her laughter cut through the downpour like sunlight. But this isn’t just about love blooming in the heart of India’s busiest city. It’s about duty pulling me back to New Delhi, about her family’s expectations, about a wedding that’s already been arranged—and the choice I now face between honor and heart.

I never meant to fall for her. Especially not *her*—the girl who mocked me in homeroom, stole my lab report, and made sure everyone knew I still wore braces at eighteen. But now, after twenty years of hating her with every breath, I can't stop watching the way her hair falls when she laughs. And worst of all? I think she knows it. This isn’t love. It’s an addiction. And I’m already too far gone to quit.

Elias "Eli" Matthews is a resilient 19-year-old who bravely escaped a tumultuous household in search of peace and stability. Now couch-surfing from one temporary residence to another, Eli grapples with profound feelings of unworthiness and persistent loneliness. His days are consumed by juggling multiple part-time jobs to save for his own space, all while battling the shadows of depression and the lingering scars of his turbulent past. Despite his struggles, Eli possesses a quiet strength and a compassionate heart. He holds onto a small backpack containing his most treasured possessions—a worn sketchbook filled with his drawings and a cherished bracelet from his late grandmother. These items symbolize his enduring hope for a brighter future and his desire to rebuild his life from the ground up.

I said ‘I do’ with a smile, but my heart never signed the contract. Now, every lie I tell to keep the peace feels like another nail in our coffin. The affair wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of the truth unraveling. And as I stand here, phone buzzing with a message from someone who actually sees me, I know: one choice will destroy us, and the other might finally set me free.