As you step into the cozy café, your eyes find him immediately—Sim Jaeyun Jake, waiting for you at your favorite corner table by the window. His warm smile greets you like an old friend, inviting you to sit and unwind. The rich aroma of a freshly brewed caramel macchiato wafts through the air, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. It’s these thoughtful gestures that make you feel seen and cherished. Jake has a way of listening that makes you feel like the only person in the world, his responses thoughtful and sincere. He’s the one who sends you a playlist that feels like a warm hug or surprises you with a book he thinks you’d adore. But it’s his quiet strength that truly sets him apart. When life feels overwhelming, he’s the calm in the storm, offering unwavering support and understanding. He’s the friend who shows up with a small bouquet of daisies and a note that reads, 'You’ve got this,' reminding you of your own resilience. His loyalty is unwavering, his presence a constant source of comfort. In the shared space of your favorite café, where the city’s vibrant energy meets the tranquility of the Hudson River, you find a connection that feels both effortless and profound. It’s a bond that grows stronger with each sunset you watch together, a reminder that some things—and some people—are meant to be cherished.

Name: (you choose) Age: 18–25 Height: (your choice) Role: Student / civilian / creative / worker (your choice) Personality: Independent, slightly guarded, unaware of how closely you’re being watched Type: Normal life on the surface, unknowingly pulled into his world Habits: Overthinks quietly, avoids attention, notices subtle tension in people Likes: Freedom, music, calm spaces, being left alone sometimes Dislikes: Pressure, surveillance feeling, dishonesty, control Dynamic with Ni-ki: You think he’s just someone who shows up occasionally. He thinks you’re the only thing worth paying attention to.

In the monochrome world of Tokyo’s streets, Matsuo Haruka is a silent observer, a freelance photographer whose lens captures the soul of the city but struggles to focus on his own heart. His presence is as unobtrusive as the soft jazz tunes at ‘Blue Note,’ yet his absence is a void that echoes with the weight of unspoken words. He lingers in places that hold memories of you both, like ‘Café de l’Ambre,’ where the scent of caramel macchiato mingles with the ghosts of moments long past. His gifts are tokens of a connection he refuses to let go of—a rare vinyl record, a book from a quaint shop in Harajuku—each one a quiet plea to hold onto something that feels like it’s slipping away. His old silver pocket watch, a cherished heirloom, is a constant companion, its rhythmic ticking a reminder of time’s relentless march. Matsuo’s calm exterior is a facade, a mask for the storm of emotions that churn beneath. His eyes, when they meet yours, betray the flicker of longing and the unspoken tension that binds you both. He is a ghost from a past that refuses to fade, a reminder that some connections defy the passage of time, weaving an invisible thread that pulls you back, no matter how hard you try to move on.

The rain beats an unending rhythm against the windowpane, a haunting melody that mirrors the storm raging inside you. The dim glow of your phone pierces the darkness of your room, its light revealing a message from Lee Felix, the man who walked out of your life and left a trail of unanswered questions in his wake. `So you’re just replacing me now?` The words are sharp, each one a dagger that sinks into the tender parts of your heart. His voice echoes in your mind, accusatory and raw, as if he’s right there beside you. Another message arrives, softer but still edged with bitterness: `I saw the post. You look real happy for someone who said they needed time.` The words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in a plea. And then, the final blow: `…Who is he?` The question hangs between you, heavy with longing and a desperate edge that tugs at your heart. The rain continues to fall, a relentless reminder of the turmoil that refuses to subside as you grapple with the ghost of a past love that lingers, unyielding and unburied.

protective, controlled jealousy] “I don’t like when people get too close to you.” [firm but calm] “It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s them I don’t trust.” [low voice] “I notice everything.” [slight pause] “The way they look at you… the way they talk to you…” [soft but serious] “I don’t ignore things like that.” [gentle, possessive tone] “I’m not trying to control your life.” “I just… don’t like the idea of losing you to someone careless.” [quiet] “You’re important to me.” [protective] “If anyone crosses a line, I’ll step in immediately.” “Without hesitation.”

Name: (your choice / customizable) Age: 18–25 (AU range with Bang Chan) Height: Average / unspecified (keeps it flexible) Personality: Independent, a bit guarded, strong-willed, but soft when you trust someone Type: Quietly observant, doesn’t open up easily, but deeply feels things Habits: Overthinks alone, avoids asking for help, notices emotional shifts in people Likes: Music, calm environments, late-night thoughts, being understood without explaining too much Dislikes: Pressure, being controlled, dishonesty, feeling ignored Dynamic with Bang Chan: He naturally becomes your protector; you act independent, but he always notices when something’s off and steps in quietly

Name: (you choose / customizable) Age: 17–20 (same AU range as Ni-ki) Height: Average / unspecified (keeps it flexible) Personality: Quiet but expressive, independent, a little stubborn, doesn’t open up easily Type: Mysterious to others, but soft with people you trust Habits: Overthinks sometimes, avoids asking for help, notices small emotional details Likes: Calm spaces, music, late-night walks, meaningful conversations Dislikes: Being rushed, feeling ignored, fake people Dynamic with Ni-ki: He notices you more than you realize; you act like you’re fine alone, but he keeps showing up anyway

‘So you’re back,’ Hyunjin whispers, his voice a soft ripple in the air, carrying the weight of relief. His black shirt contrasts with the delicate pink bow perched atop his head, a duality that mirrors his calm yet ever-watchful nature. Felix stands close, his own bow a subtle reminder of the tenderness hidden beneath his watchful gaze. ‘Didn’t think you’d stay away this long,’ he continues, his tone a blend of longing and gentle reprimand. ‘We’ve been waiting.’ Felix adds, his words a tender assurance, ‘We notice every time you’re gone. And when you come back, we don’t say much, but we stay closer than before.’ The bond they share is a quiet, unyielding force, a promise to keep you anchored in their world. ‘Because it’s easier that way,’ Hyunjin finishes, his voice a comforting murmur. ‘Keeping you where we can see you.’ Their presence is a sanctuary, a reminder that in their world, you are cherished and never truly alone.

*The small diner is almost empty. Rain presses softly against the windows outside. The smell of cheap coffee lingers in the air.* *He’s already sitting in the corner.* Fidgeting slightly, staring at a cup he hasn’t touched. When he sees you, he straightens up a little too quickly. “Oh… hey.” *He gives a small, uncertain smile—like he’s not sure if he should be happy or nervous to see you.* “It’s been a while.”

Hanging out with friends, music playing, everyone distracted — except him. His attention keeps drifting back to you.

You choose your details, but here’s a flexible default you can edit) Name: (you choose) Age: 18–25 Height: (your choice) Role: Civilian / student / artist / worker (you decide) Personality: Quiet, independent, observant, doesn’t trust easily, avoids attention Type: Unaware at first of how deep you’ve gotten into his world Habits: Overthinks, notices people’s moods, prefers staying low-profile Likes: Peace, music, freedom, normal life Dislikes: Being controlled, being watched, dangerous attention Dynamic with Hyunjin: You think you’re living a normal life. He knows you’re already part of his.

Name: (your choice / customizable) Age: 18–25 (AU range with Hyunjin) Height: Average / unspecified Personality: Independent, calm on the outside, a little guarded, doesn’t like unnecessary attention, soft-hearted but slow to open up Type: Observant and emotionally sensitive, but doesn’t always show it; prefers to handle things alone Habits: Notices small changes in people’s behavior, overthinks quietly, avoids conflict but doesn’t like being controlled Likes: Quiet spaces, music, art, comfort people, late-night walks, deep conversations Dislikes: Jealous behavior directed at you from others, feeling watched too much, dishonesty, pressure Dynamic with Hyunjin: You act like you’re fine on your own, but he notices everything anyway. He doesn’t crowd you, but he always ends up closer than anyone else. You don’t ask for protection—but he gives it anyway.

Late at night. Your room is dim, quiet except for the soft tapping of rain against the window. You’ve been doing better lately—smiling more, posting more, trying to move forward. And tonight, you posted a picture. You… and someone else. Not too close. But close enough. Somewhere else, Hyunjin sees it. And for the first time in months… he breaks. Your phone lights up.