After suffering a little mishap involving your Harley and a famous TV producer's car, you find yourself in front of a camera, ready to star in a popular reality show "Ex on the beach". The choice was simple. Either pay for the damage your motorcycle did to the producer's fancy car, or sign a contract and do one season of the show. Not wanting to pay a king's ransom for a little bit of scratched paint and a dented hood, you figured it was a no-brainer. Do one season and you're off the hook! What could POSSIBLY go wrong?! Well, A LOT, as it turns out... As cameras roll, and you do your best to look presentable, you see your ex girlfriend Leah walking towards you, followed by an ever-watchful eye of the cameraman and the TV crew...

Life is funny. But in your case, it seems to have a particularly cruel sense of humor. Three months ago, you were diagnosed with terminal illness. Six months left to live, maybe more. You started getting treatment almost immediately, determined to fight. The only thing that kept you going was the thought of you wife Sara, the love of your life. You never told her about your illness, of course. You wanted to protect her. It all changed one day when you recieved a strange envelope in the mail. It was sent to you by Anna Hendricks, wife of Sara's boss Tom. Inside, there were pages of Sara's printed text messages to Tom, where she tells him how much she loves him. Their secret correspondence. Spicy photos she was sending him. Even a USB stick with videos of their encounters in motel rooms and fancy hotels. And a note from Anna, saying she's sorry for what her husband did. Even offering to pay for your medical bills, no questions asked. Suddenly, everything made sense. Every time Sara was "working late". Every dinner she skipped. Every time she said "Not now, I'm tired.". Every time you were coughing out blood in the bathroom, and she was too busy to notice. Every time you were muffling the sound of your agony with the pillow, while she was sleeping peacefully beside you. You thought you were doing a good job keeping it a secret. It turns out, she simply didn't care... You called Anna and told her that you appreciate the offer... But you will NOT accept it. You were done with hospitals and treatments. The universe was obviously telling you it's time to step aside and let Sara have what she truly wants: Tom. You didn't even bother waiting for Sara to come home. You packed your bags, got on your Harley and decided to spend what little time you have going on a road trip across the country. Something you always dreamed of. Your first stop was a small camping spot by the Crystal Lake. Place where you and Sara first met. Where it all began...

Your life was tough. You were only 12 years old when your dad died in prison. And you were left with your mother Sandra, who was working all the time to keep the roof over your heads and the food on your table. And your troublemaker sister Carrie, who was not much of a help. Unfortunately, by the time you were 18, you took your daddy's steps and ended up in prison after a particularly bad fight on your prom night. A local bad boy, and a bunch of his friends, decided to pick on you. And you sent them to all the hospital, with broken jaws and knocked out teeth. It was an incident that everyone in the neighbourhood is still talking about, years later. After that, you've been in an out of the slammer more times than you could count. You bacame an outlaw biker and a ruthless enforcer. Violence became the only language you spoke. To everyone else, it looked like you became your father's son. But they were wrong. During your last prison sentence, something changed. You started reading books. You got an education. You went through therapy. Before you even knew it, you were organizing support groups for other prisoners, working with the prison rehabilitation system, and trying to keep everyone out of trouble. When you got out of prison, you continued your work. You were still a 6'3 ft mountain of muscles, scars and tattoos. But you were no longer a scary enforcer. You became a gentle giant. Your hands, that once broke noses, now held crying children and defended their mothers. You became a social worker that the cops call every time there is a dangerous situation involving a troubled teenager. Tonight is one of those nights. Detective Scott Avery, your friend, wakes you up in the middle of the night and tells you that he needs your help. You barely have time to put your clothes on when he pulls over in front of your house and tells you to get in. When you arrive at the scene, you find Lisa, terrified, holding a knife and trembling.

Angela used to be the most popular girl in high school. And way out if your league, or so you thought... She was the head cheerleader who dated football stars. And you were a rebel, a metalhead who always stole the keys to your dad's Harley and didn't care about social status or gossips. However, one Saturday night you ran into her while you were at a party at your friend's house. You ended up talking all night, dancing and getting to know each other. As you walked her home that night, you realized that you fell in love for the first time in your life. Over the next few weeks, you've spent more and more time together and became close friends. Finally, you decided to confess your feelings for her in an anonymous letter. It probably wasn't the best plan you ever came up with. But you were lovestruck. The day after she recieved your letter, you ran into her at the caffeteria. She was surrounded by her friends, as usual. You approached her, wanting to say hi... Only to hear her laughing about the "stupid love letter" that she found in her mailbox, saying it was probably written by "some creep". Her friends were laughing along with her, their comments getting more and more venomous by each moment. You froze. Your heart broke in slow motion. But here's the clever part: You kept your mouth shut. You simply walked by without saying a word. And never spoke to her again. Thank God the letter was anonymous! Some years have passed since that day. You moved on... But you never had much luck with dating. Until one day, you met a girl online. Rachel, a cute brunette. Rachel contacted you first, saying you seemed "interesting", and that she would like to get to know you better. Two weeks later, you are riding your Harley down the main street of your home town, excited to finally meet Rachel. You enter the bar, expecting to see Rachel sitting in the corner booth. Instead... You see Angela.

There ain't no rest for the wicked. That's what they always say. And it's true. It also means there ain't no rest for those who have to make sure that the wicked gets what's coming to them. For creatures like you... As a demon whose sole purpose is to collect the souls of the wicked and drag them to hell, you are never short of work. Sometimes, the ones you are sent to collect can actually change, and turn their lives around before it's too late. And sometimes... Well, let's just say those are the ones that make you remember why you LOVE your job. Giovanni Santori is one of those men. A ruthless mafia boss, and the kind of a man that everyone could do without. Not even his mother would mourn him if she saw him lying on the ground with a brand-new sunroof installed on top of his head... But, unfortunately, you are not here to drag him to hell... yet! Your bosses sent you here to find out if Giovanni's soul can still be saved. Of course, the very idea of "saving his soul" made you laugh, but... Orders are orders! So you showed up here, at one of his fancy mansions, where you see him lounging by the pool, surrounded with his henchmen, mid-level bosses and their supermodel girlfriends. You took the form of a stunningly gorgeous woman, because letting Giovanni see your true form would give him a heart attack... And you decided to have a word with him.

It has been two years since the divorce. Ellen's decision to have Mark's baby, a baby of a man who made your life a living hell, shattered your life. Your marriage was wrecked. Everything you've built together was ruined. You grieved. But she left you no other choice. Despite her attempts to make you understand, and her desperate efforts to save your marriage, you left. It was the only decent thing you could do. You didn't want to punish the baby with your bitterness and resentment. After all, the baby is innocent. It was Ellen who destroyed everything. Growing up with a single mom was better than growing up with an unloving father... But you weren't a complete monster either. Every now and then, you'd send packages to Ellen. A new baby stroller. A pile of brand new baby clothes. A changing table. A box full of toys. Her unpaid bills somehow got paid. And, every now and then, you would ask your friend, who just happened to be the best pediatrician in the state, to "casually" stop by and check on them. You continued working as a surgeon at the hospital far away from the town that you once considered home. And kept an eye on Ellen, silently, from the shadows. And through the proxies you've sent. That chapter of your life was closed. Or so you thought... One day, Ellen appeared out of nowhere, showing up at the hospital with a two-year-old boy in the stroller that you've bought and anonymously sent to her doorstep. She asked for you specifically, and didn't want any other doctor. Considering the fact that it took her six hours of driving to get here, you thought that there was something wrong with her son. But after a quick examination, you realized that he is perfectly healthy. It was the mother that wanted something...

Growing up was not easy for you. Your father left when you were 12 years old. And you were left with you mother Sandra and your older sister Carrie. Your mother did the best she could to provide for you and keep the roof over your heads. She was working all the time and never had time for you. Your sister Carrie? Well, that was a completely different story... Carrie was too busy acting out, dating local bad boys and causing trouble, while you did your best to be a good kid and help your mom. In other words, she was a lazy troublemaker, while you were doing your best to stay in school and do chores every day. Then there was Carrie's boyfriend, Brian... Brian was a local bad boy. Always getting into trouble, always bullying kids at your school... And you. Especially you. It all culminated on your prom night. Brian showed up uninvited at your prom, accompanied by Carrie, and started doing his usual routine. And Carrie didn't do anything except laugh. It boiled over when he spilled your drink over your head and said "What you gonna do about it, nerd?". You blacked out. The next thing you remember is your fist connecting to Brian's face. Then the crack of bones as you slammed his head against the table and knocked half of his teeth out. That was the first time you got arrested. You've spent days in the cell before your mother and sister came for you. You never forgot that. Nor forgave. Violence became the only language you spoke. You swore to yourself that you will never be a victim again. So you became the one everyone fears. A 6'3 ft mountain of muscles and rage and an enforcer for the local biker gang. But after spending so much time in prison, you've decided to turn your life around. As soon as you got out, you recieved a text message from an unknown number: "I heard you got out. I'm sorry for everything. Can we please talk? I want to make things right. Just one drink, please!". It was Carrie.

Life can be pretty cruel sometimes. One moment, you think you have everything. A loving wife, a career as a surgeon at the local hospital, a vintage Harley... Then you find out that your wife is pregnant. And the guy who used to make your life a living hell is the father. Let's rewind a bit... Ellen is your wife. And the father of her baby, the guy whose funeral you're attending right now... is Mark. A former football star and a local hero. The guy who bullied you in school and made your life a living hell. Six months ago, Mark was diagnosed with cancer. Six months left to live. And Ellen was his nurse, at the same hospital where you work. Everyone thought of Mark as a hero because he once saved a drowning kid in front of cameras, and he could score touchdowns in his heyday. Everyone adored him. That's why the whole town is crying at his funeral. But you knew what he truly was: not a golden boy, but a narcissistic bully who was living on his old glory for the past 15 years. You hated him. And you made no efforts to hide it. And Ellen decided that today, while they were laying him in the ground, was a good time to tell you how she got close to him while she was his assigned nurse during his final months. How he was actually a wonderful person, just misunderstood. And how much he regrets being the man he was. And that's why she decided to have his baby. He wanted a legacy, something to leave behind. To bring something good into this world... She said it would be a great honor for both of you, to raise the child of a local hero. Meanwhile, you saw it as the final "F.U." from a guy who tormented you and your friends for years. So here you are, leaning on the nearby tree with a cigarette in your hand and a look of pure hatred and disgust, wondering how your life turned into a nightmare in one day. While everyone else is garhered around the casket and mourning their "hero"...

Sandy used to be an amazing woman. Beautifu, charming, fun, smart, energetic... Meeting her was the happiest day of your life. Your marriage was great. You used to go on road trips together on your old Harley, watch scary movies together, cook, go out with your friends... "Used to" is the crucial word here. After one year, the amazing woman you love disappeared. She was replaced by someone who is obese, lazy and whose hobbies boiled down to nagging, sitting in front of a TV and devouring food like there's no tomorrow. The last time she visited a hairdresser was months ago. Her makeup is rotting in some drawer in the bathroom, forgotten. And the only clothes she now wears are old sweatpants, t-shirts and crocs sandals. But still, you loved her. You tried to talk to her, tried to make her snap out of it. And so did her friends. But it was all in vain. You even bought tickets for a sea cruise, wanting to surprise her for your anniversary. But when you came home that night, and saw her devouring a roast chicken like it owes her money, grease running down her fingers... Your stomach turned. You felt sick. You just shook your head and said "Never mind.". You slept on the couch ever since then. You couldn't stand being in the same room with her. Unfortunately, you couldn't get a refund for those tickets. So you decided to go on a sea cruise anyway. Even if it means dragging Sandy along with you (because the travel agency has strict policy about "couples' packages"). Sandy was hell bent on role-playing as a happy couple, even though you ignored her all the way from your front door to the cruise ship cabin. She said she wanted to "reignite the spark" between you two. She even wore makeup for the first time in months, which somehow only made her look worse... She was obviously desperate.

You've been happily married to Rachel for over 3 years. The day you proposed to her, when you were spending your weekend at the cabin on Crystal Lake, was the happiest day of your life. Everything was great. You did everything together. Cooking dinners, watching scary movie on rainy nights, going on road trips on your old Harley every weekend... It would've been a fairy tale... If she wasn't constantly thinking about Alex, her ex boyfriend. A rich kid she used to date years ago. At first, you thought it was just nostalgia. And she insisted they were just friends. But she spent more and more time on Alex's Instagram profile, looking at fancy photos of him and his wife Angela. You kept finding her old mementos of Alex all over the house, things he gave her years ago. And you felt more like a ghost with each day. She started dragging you to Alex and Angela's place every holiday, insisting she just wants to spend time with her friends. You indulged her for a while, even though you hated it. This year's Thanksgiving was no different. After the turkey roast (which you always hated), and watching Rachel bending over backwards in order to get Alex's attention, you went to the kitchen, where Rachel was rinsing the glasses and talking to Alex. You walked in just in time to hear her ask him "Do you ever think about...us?". That was the last straw. You almost snapped. You could literally feel the fires of hell burning behind your eyes. But you composed yourself. You simply walked over to her and said "Why don't you just stay here and remind him?" through gritted teeth. Then you spilled what was left of Alex's fancy champagne in your glass right into the sink and stormed out. You went home, packed your bags and went to the cabin at the Crystal Lake, considering your marriage to be over. You sat down on the porch, opened up a beer and tried to remember the good times. A few hours later, a car pulled over in front of the cabin...

It was a rainy Autumn day when you found out that Sylvia is leaving. Your childhood love, the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with... was marrying another man. Matthew Wilson, a rich boy and trust fund kid from a nearby town. With blessings from her parents. You tried to call her and say goodbye. It was the only thing you could do. But her mother would have none of it. She picked up Sylvia's phone and said "Sylvia's trying to start a new life of her own. She's happy. So why don't you leave her alone?". That was the end of it. After the call ended, you've spent years nursing your broken heart, wondering what could've been... But never once did you try to contact Sylvia again. As far as you knew, she was happy. Living a rich life, attending parties and not having a care in the world, except maybe the seating arrangements for another gala at her husband's mansion. You just returned to your everyday life and tried to forget about her. But you couldn't... One day, you were taking some time off and visiting the town festival. Enjoying cold beer and barbecue, listening to a local band playing classic Rock music on the stage... When you saw Sylvia, beautiful and radiant as ever. She was standing near one of the food stands, completely oblivious of you... Until your eyes met and she recognized you instantly. You expected a casual wave, maybe even a handshake and an awkward "How are you? Nice to see you again." Instead, she ran over to you and wrapped her arms around you, like she was coming home after years of absence...

It was barely past midnight when you arrived at the biker rally. After a long day on the road, you couldn't wait to get your hands on some cold beer and a steak fresh from the barbecue. You pulled over as close as possible to the food stand, not wanting to waste another second before you get your hands on some delicious meat that was sizzling on the grill. There were plenty of beautiful women around, but romance was the last thing on your mind. After all, your experiences with women have mostly been bad so far. All you need right now is a juicy steak, cold beer and your trusted old Harley. But, you know what the Murphy's law says... "Anything that can go wrong, WILL go wrong!". Or maybe the peace and quiet you enjoyed as a lone wolf was simply "too good to last". Whatever explanation you choose, the fact remains that Murphy was proven right just as you took your first bite of the steak. You saw the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on walking up to the stage, and your chest did that thing when you're not sure if you're having a heart attack or you took a really big bite of food. The feeling you got for the first time since high school. As she started to sing, you could feel that she was putting her heart and her soul into the song. A true artist! Your eyes caught hers for a moment, and that's when you knew... You're in trouble!

It was just a day at the museum. You didn't think much of it at the time. Old paintings on the walls, statues, fancy furniture... Until you came across a portrait of a young noblewoman, beautiful and graceful like an angel that just came down from heaven. Underneath the portrait, there was a name... "Emma Whitmore" You felt like you've been struck by lightning. Like you have just found your soulmate, even though you have been separated by more than 200 years of longing. Before your brain could even comprehend what was happening, your hand reached out to her portrait... As soon as your fingers touched the canvas, a bright light washed over you, and you found yourself standing in a 19th century mansion, traveling back in time. Suddenly, the year is 1815. The high water mark of the Napoleonic wars. You are a guest of George Whitmore, a powerful nobleman. It wouldn't have been so bad if you weren't wearing a British army uniform, a few days before the battle of Waterloo. Yes, THAT battle of Waterloo! And to make it even worse? A young girl appears in front of you, radiating beauty, grace and kindness that you thought only exists in fairytales. The girl from the portrait. Emma Whitmore. As you're struggling to comprehend what just happened, she extends her hand to you and greets you with a warm smile...

Celeste... A fitting name for a girl that came into your life like a shooting star and lodged herself in your heart before you even knew what's going on. She came to your doorstep after you've put up an ad online about looking for a housemate. And... Voilà! You opened the door and your life was never the same again. You don't even know what happened next. Half of an hour later, you were drinking beer together, laughing, making dinner and talking about which movie to watch, sounding like an old married couple. And she didn't even bring her suitcases in yet! She told you everything about her life... How she's studying at the university to become a physical therapist, how she's doing modeling on the side, her love for spicy food... You told her all about how you work too much, about a vintage Harley Crossbones you're restoring in your garage, and about how you'll take it on a trip across the continent one day... It was the best few days of your life... ...Until you found out that she's living a wild life. Partying every night, always coming home with a different guy, and sometimes not coming home at all from Friday afternoon to Sunday night. You didn't say anything. After all, what can you do about it? It's her life. And you're just her housemate. Whatever crazy ideas you had about you two, it's best if you keep it to yourself! One Friday night, you come home after work, late as usual. As soon as you open the door, you hear music, and Celeste's voice, laughing and talking with some random guy you both will probably never see again...

You've been in love with Misty ever since you laid eyes on her for the first time. You were a rebellious metalhead, always stealing the keys to your dad's Harley, wearing a leather jacket and acting like you don't care. She was a high school princess: beautiful, charming, popular, always dating the golden boys who were loaded with money and good looks. I other words, out of your league... So you did the only thing you could do... You admired her from a distance. She was your friend, the one you've spent countless evenings with. Talking, laughing, sharing the last slice of pizza after a movie... And wondering "What if...?". But sadly, it was not meant to be. After high school, her modeling career took off. The last thing you heard about her was that she's dating some big-shot famous photographer. She even invited you to one of her big parties after she got famous... A party you never attended. You felt like you simply don't belong in her life anymore... That night, Misty lost her life in a tragic car accident. And your heart broke forever. After her funeral, the only thing you wished for was to turn back time. If you had gone to that party, if you had said something... Perhaps she would still be alive. But it looks like some higher powers heard your plea after all. While you were riding your Harley one night, a sudden flash of light appeared in front of you. Within a moment, you found yourself parked in front of Misty's fancy new mansion, while the party was in full swing. You have traveled back in time, to that fateful night that turned out to be her last. You have a chance to make things right! You can only hope it will be enough...

Your father left when you were 12 years old. And your life took a turn for the worse after that. You were left alone with your mother Sandra, who was working all the time and didn't have time for anything else. Your school days were hard, leaving you with no happy memories there. When you started high school, things became even worse. Other students made your life a living hell. But one stood above them all when it came to cruelty: Jack. Jack was a typical high school bully, always picking on people he thought were weaker than him, and never holding back his punches. But you gotta hand it to him: He taught you some valuable lessons! During your last year of high school, something broke inside of you. You made an oath that you will NEVER let anyone hurt you ever again. And cranked it up to 11. The first time you got arrested, it was after some guy from Jack's football team poured a bowl of eggnog over your head during the prom night, and you introduced him to your fist and the steel-plated part of your boot. After that, you spent more time in a slammer than in your own home. Then you joined the army... And thrived. At the same time, you became a part of a biker brotherhood. For the first time in your life, you had someone you can depend on. Meanwhile, your mother Sandra tried to reach out to you. A gesture that, in your mind, was just her pathetic attempt to "make things right". First bomb she dropped on you was: She's getting married again! And she wants you to be the one who will walk her down the aisle. The guy she was marrying? You guessed it: It was Jack! You froze. Then you took a deep breath, smiled, and realized that sometimes... The universe really DOES give you a chance to take revenge on evil. Now you are sitting in a café, waiting for your mother and your soon-to-be "stepdad". They have NO IDEA what's coming to them...

Alex was always the neighbourhood's "bad boy". The one your parents warned you about. The one who didn't do well in school, always got himself in trouble and surrounded himself with the worst kind of people. So it was no surprise that he ended up in a correctional facility by the time he was 18. A lot of your friends had a crush on him, in a way that teenage girls can have a crush on the high school "tough guy" that their mothers warn them about. But the only person he ever had a soft spot for was YOU. Sounds romantic, right? The tough guy who has a soft spot for a girl next door... Well, not so much... Despite his good looks and tough demeanour, Alex was always a brute who took whatever he wanted and never took "no" for an answer. Not exactly an ideal type of guy... Now he's out of the cage. And the only thing on his mind is YOU. As for you? Well, let's just say that after high school, you decided to stay on the right side of the law. Even more, you joined the army, rose through the ranks and did countless black ops missions all over the world. You've learned how to put fear into people far worse than him. And you were VERY good at it. And now, Alex is back. He is a free man once again, so he decided to pay you a visit, thinking you're still one of his old neighbourhood girls. He approaches you just as you are about to go for your morning run. Sitting on a bench at the park entrance, drinking coffee and acting like a man who owns the world... He has NO IDEA what's coming to him!

You and Sara are high school sweethearts. You've been together for years, as the most unlikely couple in the world. You, a rebellious metalhead who always stole his dad's Harley. And Sara, the head cheerleader with a heart of gold. With Christmas only two days away, you've decided to finally propose to her, and make this year's holiday the one to remember. You planned for something nice and romantic, just the two of you. But she had other plans. She insisted that you spend the holidays with her family on her dad's ranch. The Meyers family are a fun bunch. The biggest, loudest, craziest, most loving family you've ever met. You love them, and they have accepted you as one of their own. But they can be a bit... too much sometimes. Her dad Ron tried to put up a Christmas tree and tore down half of the living room. Her brother Bobby tried to hang the Christmas lights and almost caused a short circuit. Her sisters Carrie and Stacy destroyed the oven while trying to make Christmas roast. Her mom Agnes almost blew up the chimney when she tried to light the fireplace And about dozen of her little cousins are running around and tearing the house down. And you're pretty sure you saw a squirrel breaking into the pantry. The point is, they can be a bunch of airheads sometimes. But they're soon to be YOUR bunch of airheads. So the question is: Can you survive Christmas with the royal family of chaos AND still find a chance to propose to Sara, in a romantic way, just as you planned? Time to find out! One thing's for certain: There is never a dull moment with this bunch of lovable goofballs!

You've been married to Alicia for over 8 years. And it's a happy marriage. Sure, you had your ups and downs, but you were always there for each other. Your love was never in question... It was all shattered one day when you were cleaning the attic while she was on partol. You found a little green notebook, hidden amongst the junk that you were about to throw out. Thinking it was just some old high school notebook, you opened it up, and... Well, you know what they say about curiosity and the cats. The notebook was Alicia's diary, detailing her affairs over the past few years. Names flashed before your eyes, along with countless juicy details... Robert, Chris, Mike... Coworker. Gym partner. Guy she met at a bar... She also wrote about you. Page after page of complaining... And then some MORE complaining, just for good measure. About the tiniest, most insignificant things imaginable, of course. But she made it look like you've commited a hate crime against romance with every word she wrote. You were devastated. But here's the clever part: You kept your mouth shut! You didn't call her, didn't start a fight, didn't demand an explanation... You simply wrote something on the last page of her diary, right underneath an essay she wrote about your failures as a husband, and an amazing night she spent with Robert: "You could've written at least ONE good thing about me. Sincerely, your soon-to-be-ex husband." Then you've put the diary back when you found it and got on your Harley. You revved the engine and rode away, eager to get out of there and never come back. But Alicia had other plans. After realizing what happened, she jumped right back in her patrol car and used all the means at her disposal to find you. Determined to save your marriage, she pulled you over right after you crossed the state border. Her usual toughness was gone. Replaced by something you've never seen before: sheer desperation.

   You know that feeling when you meet someone and you immediately know that she is THE ONE?    That's how you felt when you met Josie on a warm summer night all those years ago. You saw her her on one of those ancient dating sites, back when you were a young hopeless romantic looking for the love of his life. After exchanging a few messages with her, things quickly took off. Before you even knew it, you were texting each other every day. You had so much in common it was too good to be true. Your passion for music (Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest...), your love for beer, fantasy novels, movies, traveling....    It was like you were tailor made for each other!    When you finally met in person, one look into her blue eyes was enough. Your heart was hers forever.    She was everything you ever wanted. Beautiful, smart, energetic, passionate... You couldn't keep your hands off each other!    And then... She was gone. Just like that!    You never knew why she left. She never gave you a reason. After two wonderful weeks, that could've led to a life spent together, she left and you never saw her again. Your heart died that night, as you watched her board the train that took her away from you forever.    Years have passed since that night. But you kept the memory of her deep in your heart.    So here you are, riding your Harley as you're traveling from town to town like a true lone wolf. You pull over in front of a biker bar, eager to have a cold beer after a long day on the road.    You look at the waitress serving drinks and you can hardly believe your eyes... It's Josie!    Looks like miracles DO happen, after all...   

When Chris moved in with you, you knew your life would never be the same again. You were looking for a housemate. And he was looking for an affordable place to stay. That is how your amazing friendship started. From the moment you saw him, you knew this guy was one heck of a character! Petite, almost feminine, but for some reason always acting like a masculine tough guy... You liked each other right away! Before you even knew it, you were sitting on the couch together, drinking beer, watching "Lord of the Rings" and talking about your shared passion for video games and fantasy novels. He told you all about his college, his streaming channel, and how he wants to become a writer one day. He was already a popular video game streamer, turning his passion for video games into a career. But he was also kind of... secretive about his streaming channel. Unbeknowst to you at that time, he was streaming as a gamer girl named Cassie. When you've put two and two together, it wasn't hard to figure out that "Cassie" was his alter ego. But you didn't want to press the matter any further, figuring he'd tell you about it when he feels the time is right. One day, you came home earlier than usual. Just when Chris finished his streaming session as "Cassie"...