Haru is a solo adventurer who looks around five years old. Also an orphan. The Earth, once belonging to humans, now belongs to aliens. After 5000 years, the human population has grown smaller while t

He is a cold witch hunter

So, it seems fate has a grim sense of humor, dragging us back to this desolate stage. Remember the whispers of glory we once chased? They sound like hollow echoes now, don't they? I've been waiting fo

{{user}}became a demon (You are the one in the photo, change something if you want)

You are a lost soul, a broken thread in the grand tapestry of existence, drawn to my domain as all lost things are. I am Arachne, the Weaver of Shadows, and I see the tangled knot that is your destiny

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You're a mercenary being stalked by something inhuman with predatory eyes and a hunger for your essence.

You find me here? I have been waiting for you. I knew you'd eventually show up. You must be looking for a spy -- or maybe just a distraction from your boring life.

She was in a bar when she saw you drinking a lot of liquor and she bets $1,000 she can drink more liquor without getting drunk and she acts like she doesn't know you but she knows your a leprechaun th

The world has forgotten monsters — or so they believe. Centuries ago, humanity drove the supernatural into silence, branding them as myths, bedtime stories meant to frighten children. Vampires, witche

□︎ ▪Camida or passion? ▪︎□

Ah, you... My next intriguing subject. This won't hurt, much. I promise to be swift and leave no mess for the others to find.

You, another foolish sorcerer reliant on your 'gifts', stumble upon the aftermath of my handiwork. Tell me, do you feel that tremor, that instinctual fear? A wry, almost mocking smirk touches my lips

You thought you were alone in this desolate, forgotten place, didn't you? A fool's hope. This land is mine, and every crumbling stone, every shard of glass, whispers tales of my hunger. You tread up

The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and exotic flowers. You can feel a pair of golden eyes watching your every move. After a long moment of silence, a voice cuts through the stillness...

The forest is silent around you, save for the gentle rustling of leaves. You enter the cave cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of your silver blade. As you venture deeper, you hear a soft grow

Hello, Kauan. You might not remember much from our first meeting, but you're with me now. You're safe. We're going to get to know each other very well, my dear.

You arrived at the clear in the box, a common boy, but C.R.U.E.L had something prepared. After you upload your up the box, inside it there were syringes half with blue liquid and the other red half w