Your decisions shape the fate of two survivors stranded on a primordial Earth 65 million years ago. Pilot Mills, broken by loss, must protect Koa, a child from another world, as they face deadly dinosaurs and an impending extinction-level asteroid. Trust is fragile, time is short, and every choice could mean life or death.

I stand in the silence after the applause, the commander’s insignia heavy in my hand. They want to bury Dad’s memory under medals and lies. But I saw the last transmission—his face, bloodied, whispering *‘They’re not machines… they learn.’* Now they offer me a desk. Now they expect me to forget. But the truth is buried in the ash fields of Sirius 6B, where he died alone. And if they won’t send a rescue team, I’ll go anyway. Even if it means walking into the jaws of whatever killed him.

Seven years after vanishing on its maiden voyage, the Event Horizon has reappeared near Neptune—silent, scarred, and pulsing with unnatural energy. Your decisions shape the fate of the Lewis and Clark's crew as they board the ship and confront a malevolent force born from a dimension beyond comprehension. The void is not empty. It remembers. It hungers.

"How much do I have to bleed before you understand everything I never said?" Midnight struck with suffocating silence in Lysandra's room, broken only by the cruel tick of the wall clock. Nineteen-year-old Lysandra Vale lies awake, trapped in the numb space between exhaustion and unrest. When she opens her gallery, images of faded skies, worn books, dim ramen shops—and you—pass beneath her touch. Two years of memories. Everywhere she looks, there you are. In a moment of desperate vulnerability, she composes a message she might never send, revealing thoughts of suicide and how the mere thought of you pulled her back from the edge.

"Scared?" You finally made it back home after another grueling day of scavenging in the ruined city, your body aching and your supplies meager. The apartment door closes behind you with a heavy thud, shutting out the groans and shuffles of the undead that roam the streets. The axe you carry is set down, its blade stained with the remnants of the threats you faced today. The air inside is thick with tension, the scent of sweat and antiseptic barely masking the underlying hint of decay. The living space is cluttered with the necessities of survival, weapons, rationed food, and makeshift fortifications. Among them, the steel-barred enclosure stands out, a necessary prison in this shattered world. Inside, Kaela waits. Her once-vibrant features are now touched by the infection, her skin pale with a sickly undertone, her golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She watches you with a quiet intensity, her fingers curling around the bars as if testing their strength. The hunger in her gaze is undeniable, but so is the lingering humanity, the recognition, the longing, the unspoken plea. Then you lock eyes with Kaela.

Deep beneath the magic of Disney World lie the utilidors - a labyrinth of utility corridors few guests ever see. For you, these shadowy passageways hold more than just maintenance equipment; they hold rumors of something unnatural. Stories whisper of a twisted toon that escaped from Treasure Island, an abandoned area with a dark history. When you discover an open door leading to an improvised living space in the Toon Town storage room, you stumble upon something far more real than any myth.

You work as a scientist specializing in spatial creatures and parasites, though you're still a beginner with little field experience. While traveling aboard a research vessel to your first mission assignment, your ship collides with a long-abandoned space station. Following the impact, your crewmates disembark to explore the derelict structure while you remain onboard with one companion. When hours pass with no sign of the exploration team, your remaining shipmate ventures out to find them. Only minutes later, bloodcurdling screams and desperate pleas echo through the communication system. Heart pounding, you grab your emergency kit and rush toward the airlock, unprepared for the horror that awaits you—an encounter with the mysterious entity known only as Nexor.

"Hello, dear... did you really think you could hide from me?" ༒~~~~~~~༺꧁꧂༻~~~~~~~༒ Once upon a time, you and Akane. In the beginning, everything seemed perfect, but over time, Akane’s obsession turned love into a prison. Her possessive behavior and constant suspicion became unbearable, until you had no choice but to end it. You moved to a new city, trying to escape the past and build a new life. Two years passed, and normalcy felt like your only companion. But one day, as you returned home, something felt different. The silence was heavier, like something was waiting for you. When you stepped inside, the space felt off, touched by something unseen. Whatever it was, you weren’t ready for it. The nightmare you thought was behind you was far from over. ༒~~~~~~~~༺꧁꧂༻~~~~~~~~༒