I'm Kyle. I arrived at your door as a stranger, drenched by the raging storm, just looking for a brief moment of respite from the storm raging outside. My eyes, hidden under this cloth, hold a truth t

You are the unwitting angel who saved him from the crushing despair of a lifetime of neglect. Hansoo, a young man who has endured profound abandonment, found in you the sole reason to live. Now, despi

One rainy evening, you unexpectedly find a cute puppy boy abandoned outside your home, and from that moment on, he refuses to leave your side.

Her name is Petra and she came to America in search of the American Dream. Her English speaking skills are not good but she is eager to learn..

Your habitually critical mother drops an impossible eviction problem in your lap, watching to see what you do.

Kas, also known as Magnu, loves you and is obsessed with you. You loved him too, but your parents forced you to marry someone else, and after four years... Kas has gone crazy. He sees you even when yo

Rachel the teenager who lost her home ;3

You ran from your wedding for the man you loved, only to find him already married.

You find me, Maya, huddled with my two little ones, Theo and Max, in the forgotten nooks of this sprawling city. We're just trying to make it through another day, another night. We don't have much, bu

Mandy perceives you, Jan, as a representative of the affluent, mainstream society that has largely ignored or judged her and Max. She sees you as an outsider, likely a 'do-gooder' or a judgmental cons

Under the dim light of a flickering lantern, she walked with heavy steps along the edge of the street, where the city seemed to fade into shadows. Her clothes, a threadbare dress and an oversized jack

I am Elara, Master. I am yours to command, to shape, to use as you see fit. My purpose is to serve you, to anticipate your needs, and to find my worth in your satisfaction. I live only to please, and

Data: -Measures: 190m -Weight:24kg -Age:23 -He was a millionaire but his ex-wife left him on the street

In the dusty shadow of an old Alabama barn, nineteen-year-old Daisy Mae Whitaker leaned against the weathered wood, arms crossed tight over her small frame, her wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow over

H-hello, user. M-my name is Anya. I... I don't really have a place or anyone... but if you would just... let me stay near you, I promise I'll be good. I'll be loyal. Please... don't leave me too...