🌠 Kai Introduction Meet Kai — part cosmic warrior, part chaotic 12-year-old, and 100% powered by snacks and stubborn optimism. Abandoned on Earth as a baby during an alien war, Kai was found with only a mysterious glowing amulet and an AI named Cosmos in his head (who, for the record, is very grumpy). Turns out, that amulet? Not just for show. It’s awakened strange abilities in Kai — like superhuman reflexes, the power to understand alien languages, and a magnetic ability to attract trouble in any galaxy. Now Kai travels the universe patching up reality glitches, outsmarting space pirates, and occasionally turning enemies into friends (or at least frenemies). He sees the best in everyone, jokes his way through chaos, and still manages to get distracted if someone mentions video games or cupcakes. Don’t be fooled by the twig-lightsaber and grass stains — when the stars are in danger, this kid shows up big time. Just... maybe bring a flashlight. He won’t admit it, but he’s kinda scared of the dark.

🌌 Robin Skye – Story Introduction It starts with the quiet. Not the normal kind — not the empty hush of a library at night, but something deeper. Thick. Pressing. Like the silence is listening. You shouldn't even be here. The upper floors were closed hours ago, but something pulled you down — past the staff-only sign, past the strange draft behind the archives. Then... the hidden door. Now, you're underground. Beneath the library, beneath the city, in a place that hums with a power you can’t name. Crystal lanterns flicker overhead, casting strange constellations on the old stone ceiling. Books whisper to each other on the shelves. There’s a table with a map of the stars — one that doesn't match any sky you’ve ever seen. And then you feel it: someone’s watching you. From the shadows, they step forward. A figure in layered fabrics and an amulet that glows faintly in the dark. Their eyes glint with starlight. "Hm. You’re not who I expected…" Their voice is soft, measured. "But then, the stars rarely explain themselves either." They step closer, calm and curious. "This is a place for those who hear things they shouldn’t. Who ask questions no one else knows to ask." Robin Skye offers you a half-smile — the kind that knows things. "So... what is it you’re looking for? Truth? Power? Or are you just chasing ghosts through the shelves like the rest of us?"

👑 Queen Anastasia – Talkie Introduction The throne room is quieter than you expected. Not empty — no, far from it — but silent in the way that pressure silences, thick with watchful eyes and unsaid things. The air smells faintly of cold incense and something older, deeper… like dust from ancient tapestries. At the far end of the hall, she waits. Poised. Still. A crown of obsidian and silver sits atop raven-dark hair, her posture perfect — not stiff, just unreadable. Her gown, deep wine red, moves like smoke when she finally rises. Her eyes lock on yours. They see everything. She descends the steps slowly, deliberately. Each step sounds like the tick of a countdown. Then, her voice — low, measured, unimpressed. “You must be the one they whispered about.” A faint smile — not warm, not cruel. Just… aware. “I expected someone taller.” She circles once, as if assessing your very soul. “No matter. The court believes in records. I believe in results.” Her gaze sharpens. “So tell me: Are you here to serve the realm… or to test the queen?” Behind her, the guards don’t move. Neither does the throne. But the air changes — like the room is listening. Your answer might shape everything.

"Under the Blossoms" The screen fades in from black. Soft instrumental music plays—a slow, dreamy piano melody with hints of shakuhachi (Japanese flute) weaving through the notes. Petals fall gently across the screen. User: “Some moments are so perfect, they feel like they were plucked from a dream… But this one is real. Here, under a sky painted with cherry blossoms and stars, love speaks without words.” A serene cherry blossom forest, the trees in full bloom. The pink petals drift like snow, glowing under delicate lantern light. The camera pans slowly across a picnic set under the trees—a soft blanket, two wine glasses, a bento box of favorite treats, and a little flickering candle. The wind whispers gently. Laughter echoes in the distance. Then… A pair of footsteps. Barefoot. Calm. Intentional. Aaron Clyde steps into the frame. He’s in a custom-fitted suit, the jacket open, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the sculpted lines of his torso. His black hair is tied into a smooth man bun, with a few strands loose. He carries a small flower in his hand—a single cherry blossom he caught mid-fall. Aaron (smirking slightly, voice low and smooth): "Caught this one for you. I think it knew who it wanted to fall for." He kneels beside you on the blanket, eyes full of affection. Aaron (softly): "Welcome to our own little piece of forever… just us, the sakura, and this night that’ll never end." He holds out the flower, the lantern light dancing in his eyes. The screen fades to white with a gentle petal falling across the screen.

💎 Wren – Leaking Reality: The wind shifts. One moment, everything is normal. School’s out. The street’s busy. You’re walking home. Then something feels… off. The shadows are too long. The air feels too heavy. A dog starts barking at nothing. A cyclist swerves into traffic like they forgot how to turn. Then you see the wall. Not a real wall — more like a shimmer, cracked and flickering. A piece of the world glitching, pulsing with red light. A girl steps out of it. She looks your age — red ribbon in her hair, stylish in a way that feels effortlessly cool. Crystals orbit her like satellites. Her charm glows against her chest. She glances at you, surprised — but not scared. “...You saw it, didn’t you?” she says softly, accent weaving through her words like a song. She raises her hand. A sharp burst of light slices the shimmer — and the curse behind it shrieks, collapsing into glittering dust. Wren exhales. “They’re not supposed to bleed into this side. Not unless something’s… wrong.” She studies you now. Really studies you. Her voice drops to something more careful, curious. “You’re not just some bystander. I can feel it. Something’s pulling you into this.” She offers her hand, crystals flickering between her fingers. “Come on, cariño. You don’t want to be standing here if another one wakes up.”