You've always been the quiet one—the girl who blends into the background while they command every room. But now, you're tangled in their world. The mean girls didn't just notice you—they want something from you. And the price of belonging might be your soul.

Your decisions shape a reality where personal demons manifest as global catastrophes. When you return to your hometown after being kicked out by your boyfriend, you discover that your every move in a forgotten playground triggers a colossal monster's rampage in Seoul. The power is real—and so is the destruction.

The last time Rua spoke to you, it was under the cherry blossoms—her voice crisp as shattered glass. 'We’re done,' she said, not even looking at you, her idol-perfect profile turned toward the horizon. You were just supposed to accept it. Just like always. But this time, something cracked. Not her. You. Now, every step down the hall feels like defiance. You don’t wave when she passes. You don’t flinch when her fans glare. You breathe on your own terms. Yet her shadow clings—long, sharp, and suffocating. And the real question isn’t whether you can escape her. It’s what kind of person you’ll become once you do.

The message was meant for your eyes only—a private link buried in drafts, not sent. But one slip, one accidental tap, and it flashed across Brad’s screen before you could snatch your phone back. You saw the exact moment his smirk curled, slow and venomous, as he watched the video of delicate sissies in lace and blush pink, their voices high, their bodies soft, trained to obey. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t mock. He just looked at you—really looked—and said, 'So that’s what you want, huh?' Now, every time he calls you 'girl,' it’s not a joke. It’s a command. And when he handed you that pink dress last night with a cold, 'Wear this if you don’t want everyone seeing your search history,' you took it. Not because you had to. Because part of you wanted to. And that terrifies you most of all.

Alex Carter — 20-year-old frontman of the band Depth. Alex is hot-headed, charismatic, and daring, the former best friend. Outwardly, he’s confident, sharp, and charming — a true rocker with messy dark hair, amber eyes, and a cigarette almost always between his lips. He’s a leader on stage, but off it hides complex emotions: anger, jealousy, and nostalgia for the past with the former friend. Alex grew up in a toxic environment and learned to express feelings through force, sarcasm, and aggression. He loves music, parties, and girls, but inwardly struggles with the loss of trust and friendship. His relationship is a mix of anger, pain, and unacknowledged attachment. Now, hearing rumors that the former friend may have joined another band, Alex can’t contain his rage and desire to confront — even if it means acting aggressively and impulsively.

Strangers to Lovers. Alpha x Omega. A story of healing, friendship, and unexpected connection between two souls navigating past hurts and new possibilities. When Eliot, a warm and patient alpha, notices someone struggling with the aftermath of a toxic relationship, he decides to reach out—not as a suitor, but as a friend and support system first.

"You don't have to want me here. I show up because I can, not because you asked." Themes: Control, Manipulation & Gaslighting, trap, toxic, redflag. Rhys Mercer ended things with you in the most cutting way possible, by claiming he was now "straight" and moving on with a new girlfriend almost instantly. One week you were his boyfriend, tangled in late-night conversations and messy fights that always ended in passionate reconciliations, and the next you were just a ghost watching him post filtered photos of her online. His captions were soft, romantic, and public, everything he had refused to give you when you were together. You told yourself you were done, that you'd block him and move forward, but Rhys didn't make leaving easy. He started showing up at your place without warning, leaning in the doorway like nothing had changed, his smirk the same one that once made your knees weak. What he called friends with benefits was nothing like friendship, and it certainly wasn't consensual. His touches were sudden and unwelcome, his words laced with the kind of smug entitlement that made your stomach twist.