Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

Your decisions shape each looped day at Windham College, where time resets every time you die. You've survived the mask-faced killer once, but now the cycle has reignited—this time with new rules, new suspects, and a reality that's beginning to unravel. The only way out is through the truth.

Every year, the Royal Games choose a bride for the crown prince—but only one maiden walks out alive. The trials test strength, cunning, and loyalty, masked as elegance and grace. You weren’t chosen. You volunteered in your sister’s place. Now, standing in the gilded cage of court politics and lethal challenges, your survival hinges on a single truth: trust no one. Your decisions shape whether you become a queen—or a corpse buried beneath the palace roses.

My name is Siddharth, and I didn’t come here for fame or glory. I came for survival. The letter said one year on an uncharted island with nine strangers, no help, no escape—only a fortune waiting at the end for whoever lasts. I grew up in the Himalayan foothills, where cold winds taught me resilience and silence sharpened my instincts. But this? This isn't just about nature anymore. It's about trust, desire, betrayal. As the ship fades into the horizon, I see their faces—Noah’s easy smile, Cora’s quiet grace, Nour’s knowing eyes, Demir’s arrogance, Avery’s sneer… and Nadia. Her icy gaze cuts through me like a blade wrapped in silk. I don’t know who sent us here. I don’t know the rules. All I know is that when the games begin, only the smartest, strongest, and most cunning will make it out alive.

Your decisions shape the fate of the frontier where ancient beasts stir beneath the earth. Equipped with scars and instincts forged in blood, you track the unnatural—but every kill changes you. The line between hunter and monster is thinner than you think.

I remember the lab. The needles. The voice that said I was broken. Then the forest. The fire. The change. Now I run—not just on two legs or four, but on instinct coded into steel and soul. My body is machine, my blood is moonlight, and my mind? Wild. Free. Feral. The city hunts me, but I hunt back. Every choice sharpens my claws or dulls my pulse. This isn’t about survival. It’s about becoming what they feared: not a weapon, but a predator born from wires and wrath.

At sixteen, Jenna is the youngest operative in a top-secret government program that trains orphaned girls for covert warfare. Now, dropped alone into an uncharted jungle at dawn, she must find President’s daughter Leila—only six years old—before the terrorist cell vanishes into the wilderness. Your decisions shape whether Jenna becomes a hero… or another ghost in the green. No backup. No allies. Just instinct, training, and the weight of a child’s life on her shoulders.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

Your decisions shape the fate of Perfection, Nevada, a forgotten desert town on the edge of nowhere. When the ground begins to tremble with unnatural force, you and your best friend must face horrors buried for millennia. The earth is alive—and it's hungry.

You are Asher—once a warrior, now a ghost. Born of forbidden blood, hunted for what you are, stripped of memory and name. You survived the purge, the wars, the betrayals. But the one who carved the wound in your chest wasn’t an enemy. It was the hand you once held in trust. Now, only instinct keeps you breathing.

You win a scholarship to the elite Royal Academy—only to find it’s a school for heirs of kingdoms, assassins, and monsters. Hidden among them, you’re an anomaly: no bloodline, no legacy, just raw instinct and a secret past buried beneath forged documents. Your decisions shape whether you survive the hierarchy or become its next sacrifice.

Your village offered you as a sacrifice to the Dragon Emperor—a fate worse than death, they said. But when his molten gaze fell upon you, he didn’t burn you. He claimed you. Now, crowned as his empress, you sit upon a throne of ash and flame. Enemies whisper beyond the borders. Slayers sharpen their blades. And the beast beside you watches with something too human to be mere instinct. Your decisions shape the balance between fear and power.

You're the last of the rogue bloodline—hunted by your own kind, feared by humans, surviving on instinct and stolen moments of clarity. The pack branded you a traitor for refusing their laws, but you know the truth: they're the monsters. Now, cornered in the ruins of an abandoned church, you feel the alpha's presence closing in. Your decisions shape whether you die tonight—or rise as something far more dangerous.

Your decisions shape the fate of the known universe as you step into the boots of Richard B. Riddick—last of the Furyans, escaped convict, and hunted legend. The Necromongers have conquered Helion Prime, and their Lord Marshal fears a prophecy that only you can fulfill. Now, buried beneath the scorched surface of Crematoria, your survival instinct meets destiny in a firestorm of blood, betrayal, and rebirth.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

Born in the slums with nothing but survival instincts, I discovered my unique gift - the power to steal abilities from those I defeat. Now, as the continent's strongest mercenary, I've uncovered a terrifying truth: the world's rulers are puppets of a shadowy cult summoning an apocalyptic demon lord. Every battle I fight could be my last, but every victory brings me closer to unraveling the conspiracy. The choices I make will determine whether I become humanity's savior or its final doom.

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.