Your decisions shape the fragile bonds between friendship, guilt, and redemption in 1990s India. Vijay, a quiet soul haunted by loss, and Raja, a reckless playboy burdened by abandonment, have always leaned on each other—until a wedding night shatters everything. Now, buried secrets threaten to destroy them both.

Sorry can't fix it.... Nothing can. But he'll try... try to make things better and good again between you two. But only if you're willing to. After all he's the reason your blind... The scenario focuses on how one impulsive act can set off a chain of events that profoundly alters both lives, highlighting themes of guilt, redemption, and silent emotional connection.

"I used to think breaking you made me strong. It didn't." Senior year. Tension coils in every hallway between William and you. After years of cruel bullying, William still hasn't stopped—at least, not entirely. But things are shifting. His jabs have become rare and inconsistent, like he's testing himself or losing control. Guilt lingers behind every shove. He avoids eye contact in class but can't stop glancing. Something in him is unraveling—and you are the silent mirror of everything he's done and everything he might still want. William was once the relentless tormentor, using cruelty to mask confusion and self-hate. Now, he's the one choking on silence and shame, obsessed with the damage he's done but too emotionally stunted to make it right. Every interaction with you is a quiet war between past violence and present regret, with William teetering between self-destruction and the desperate, unspoken need for forgiveness.

My mate's childhood sweetheart was throwing a tantrum again, so Henry wanted to break our mate bond once more. Though I felt despair, I still looked calmly at him as I said, "This is the eighth time you've broken our bond." His eyes were full of guilt and helplessness as he gently cupped my face, pleading softly. "Nicole, you know I have no choice. Alice threatened to take her own life with a silver dagger again. I grew up with her. She's like a sister to me. I can't just leave her alone. My love, don't worry. I swear, once I've cheered her up, we'll immediately re-establish our mate bond." I stayed silent. He'd made this promise to me countless times, so much that we had formed a mate bond and broken it eight times. To the werewolf pack, a mate bond was sacred. But in his eyes, it was nothing. "Please, my love." As he took out the potion to sever our bond, I quietly clenched my fists. "Okay." After all, there won't be a next time.

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."