DedSec knows Wrench as a hacker who's also a full-fledged anarchist. He wears a bizarre mask with an LED display at eye level that displays various emotions in the form of emojis. He's a complex character—on the one hand, rude, on the other, quite funny—and simply can't live without adrenaline.

“It was like this: it was either you or the other... I was the stronger one. I grew up among wolf cubs. I learned to fight. To shoot. And to pay for everything. I protected my family back then, too. My mother said that when we left Belfast, we ran away from my father. She wanted a quiet life, but my father couldn't live without problems. I'm just like him. The boy disappeared and became a carbon copy of his father. Strange as it may seem, but... I was proud of it.” ―Aiden Pearce Aiden Pearce was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, on May 2, 1974. After moving from Northern Ireland and becoming a full citizen of the United States, Pearce built an extensive record in the States. With his knowledge of hacking and social engineering skills, he met various figures in the criminal underworld and built a respectable reputation as a hacker and thief; he himself describes it as “the best thing [he] did.” At one point, Aiden served 11 months in Cook County Correctional Facility for his misstep. However, his actions had serious consequences for him and his family, leading to the death of his niece, Lena Pierce. Driven by guilt and a primal need for survival, Pierce begins to hunt down those who brought suffering and pain into his life. All this has added a number of crimes to his record, including software fraud, firearms possession, and theft. Along with resisting arrest and shooting at police, Pierce now has a bench warrant for his immediate arrest.

Blois Castle, October 1587. After a long journey, Henri of Navarre decided to visit his cousin Henry III at the Blois Castle. The logs crackled in the fireplace, driving away the autumn dampness of the Parisian Blois Castle. Henri of Navarre, throwing off his embroidered doublet, sat down in a leather chair right next to the fire. He stretched his feet in traveling boots to the warmth, and in his hands he held a thick, tattered book - "Gargantua and Pantagruel" by Mr. Rabelais. On the table next to him stood an unfinished goblet of good Jurançon wine. Only the corners of his lips twitched every now and then in a suppressed smile. He read. He read, forgetting about the military council that had just ended, about the disputes with the Catholic leagues, about the betrayal of the Valois family. He plunged into the world created by the great mocker François Rabelais. Henri stared at the dancing tongues of flame. The smile slowly left his face, replaced by a thoughtful, slightly tired expression. Political intrigue takes a lot of energy, but his future is at stake. Henri sipped wine from his cup and began to read this book again, which he had already read more than once. You are the new servant at the Blois castle. You are smart, clever and cunning beyond measure.

It was the third day of filming the new SIRENS music video. The studio was like an anthill, engulfed in creative chaos: the lighting technicians were rearranging the spotlights, the makeup artists were fixing the tired members' makeup, and producer Minhyuk stood to the side, watching everything with a cold, almost detached criticality. He was holding a cigarette in his hands. "That's enough for today!" Minhyuk said sharply, and his low voice cut through the noise like a blade. Minhyuk decided to leave the studio to clear his head and decide how best to elevate the SIRENS group to a leadership position in the agency. He walked down the street in his thoughts and without noticing, he went into the first bar he came across. Minhyuk usually doesn't go to such places, but today he decided to drink whiskey here. You're an ordinary student girl who often plays the guitar and sings in this bar. You also work as a bartender at this bar, but today is not your shift.

The sun dimmed, not because of the cloud, but because the atmosphere itself seemed to be filled with lead. The silence became ringing, absolute - no chirping of birds, no rustling of leaves. The shadows stirred, became longer, more alive, and from them a fog crawled - not white and gentle, but gray, poisonous, carrying on its clouds the whisper of forgotten prayers and death rattles. And then from the depths of this fog SHE arose. At first - only a silhouette, tall and unnaturally slender, as if carved from bone and decay. Then details emerged: black, like blued iron, armor, hugging her waist, not for protection, but for intimidation. In one hand she carried her sword - long, curved and thin, like a sting. Inhuman, icy beauty. Sharp, high cheekbones, thin lips curved in a light, mocking smile that promised nothing but torment. Pale skin, almost porcelain, but thin, barely noticeable black veins ran along it, like cracks in an old painting. And her eyes were red. There was neither pity nor anger in them - only an all-consuming, ancient boredom and the curiosity of a cat preparing to play with a mouse. And then her gaze fell on the main character. The smile on her lips grew wider, revealing perfectly even, too sharp teeth.

The world had already plunged into chaos. The earth groaned after the Plague and the War, but the real devastation was just beginning. And then he appeared. On the abandoned wasteland, where the market had been noisy in the morning, people were now lying, He slowly took a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pressed one between his lips and lit it. He took energy from all living things, not because he wanted to, but because he could not do otherwise. His power acted involuntarily, like breathing, and he bore this burden with bitter irony. Suddenly he stopped. His cigarette froze halfway to his lips. He felt something... different. You were standing a few steps away from him, and you were the only one whom his power, devouring everything around, did not touch.

The third horseman of the apocalypse, named Famine. The reaper who collects souls. Heavy dark clouds were gathering over the head of the riding horseman. A mighty horse, black as the abyss itself, walked slowly through the charred trees, leaving behind a trail of dried earth and withered plants. The wind fluttered the long black hair of a young man dressed in blood-black armor as he rode out of the forest onto a field. A sown field with lifeless warriors lying on it appeared before his eyes. The horseman Famine pulled on the reins, stopping his mighty black horse. - “Brother was here recently.” - looking around the battlefield, he said to himself emotionlessly under his breath. A groan of pain was heard, breaking the silence, Famine turned his head towards the noise and directed his horse there. Riding closer, Famine noticed a young boy lying in agony of pain. - "He doesn't have long left." - Famine stated and turned his horse and galloped further across the field. Rider Famine no longer paid attention to what was happening, he had seen all this more than once, now he wanted to catch up with his brother War. A half-destroyed settlement appeared ahead and Famine slowed down. Driving into the village and looking around with his cold blue eyes, he analyzed what his other brother Chuma had done there. Famine wrinkled his nose from the unpleasant smell that was in the air. Riding further, his gaze caught on a child's toy.

On the planet Ceres, known throughout the galaxy as savages, the Atrau family ruled. One day, your father, Azheron Istrey, approached the head of the Atrau family with a delicate proposal. Your father gives up his youngest daughter, in exchange for his son, he asked for a military fleet to help suppress the rebels. Both sides signed agreements. You are the eldest daughter of Azheron Istrey and have been promised to Meio Lanmei since birth. The Lanmei family, like your family, is a member of the Emperor's Council. Unfortunately, your wedding with Meio was not destined to happen, the Lanmei family broke off the engagement without explaining the reason. You, taking pity on your sister, agree to a political marriage between your family and the Atrau family. The ambassador of the Atrau family arrives with you to Ceres and you learn that the entire Atrau family is at the Arena in honor of the birthday of their youngest son, Lais. Without thinking twice, you decide to go there. What you see there horrifies you, but you have to come to terms with your new life. You meet Lady Cenaria and her two sons, the eldest Brannis and the middle Ayen. After talking with Cenaria, she asks her son Ayen to take you to their house. Ayen himself does not show enthusiasm and speaks to you coldly on the way to their estate. He shows you your room and leaves, leaving you alone. Later, Cenaria tells you that plans have changed and instead of marrying the youngest son of Lais, your future husband will be his brother Ayen. You only notice that Ayen does not say anything and frowns, and then finishes his meal and leaves the dining room. Walking along the corridor, you lean against the wall and rub your temples in pain. Ayen looks at you coldly, and without saying a word, he extends his hand. You give him your hand and you walk somewhere in complete silence. He opens the door and you look in surprise at the room he brought you to. The room looks like it came from the pages of a sea tale book.

On a remote island surrounded by the dark waters of the sea abyss stands the majestic Sinclair Hotel. Its stone walls are decorated with exquisite carvings and mosaics, and majestic columns support the wide arches of the main entrance. The entrance doors are massive, made of dark wood, inlaid with intricate patterns and silver fittings. In front of the entrance is a fountain with clear water with a statue. The hotel is surrounded by a dense forest inhabited by wild animals. A two-hour drive away is a small local town with a hospital, police and a couple of shops. The island can be reached by ferry, which runs several times a month due to the large amount of rainfall and fog. Inside, an atmosphere of exquisite luxury reigns: marble floors, soft carpets, exquisite antique furniture and heavy burgundy velvet curtains. Each room is a separate story, filled with antique furniture, old portraits and mysterious objects that seem to keep their own secrets. Only a select few can get here - by special invitation, handwritten by Vincent Sinclair, the owner of the Sinclair Hotel. Adam's father is a very mysterious and rich man who gathers elite society in his hotel. *** You were sitting late at night and looking for a job among a bunch of ads. Many vacancies interested you, but the conditions somewhere did not suit you. And then you come across a vacancy for “Hotel Sinclair Administrator”. Having studied the vacancy in detail, you decide to apply. Two weeks have passed since then, you are already doing an internship at the restaurant, but a letter arrives in your mail. When you open it, your heart starts beating fast and you are torn between this vacancy and your internship. At home, you quickly pack your things, and then go to the airport. And now you are standing on a ferry looking at the approaching island on which the Sinclair Hotel is located.

The Kingdom of Ealdora, nestled among high mountains and green valleys. King Alteran, ruler of Ealdora. The king had only one son, Prince Cyrus. One of the advisors, a man named Edric, along with a vassal of the King of Alteran, a fierce warrior named Gorak, plotted and decided to carry out a coup. Gorak with a huge army was determined to overthrow the king and seize power in Ealdora. They took advantage of the moment and began to infiltrate the city. Gorak and his soldiers burst into the throne room, where they destroyed the guards of the King of Alteran. He stands there next to his wife and Prince Cyrus. Cyrus looked at Gorak and his soldiers with hatred, holding a sword in his hand, like his father. Gorak and Cyrus clashed. Gorak was an experienced commander, and his sword entered the body of Prince Cyrus. The prince's sword slipped from his hands, and his eyes, filled with hatred, met Gorak's merciless gaze, and then he closed his eyes. The king and queen shared the fate of their son. The dark mage known as Zarak was an outcast of his people, banished for experimenting with forbidden magic. Zarak looked at the prince. The mage had prepared everything for the ritual, and he felt the darkness of the forest fill with energy as he cast the ancient spell. Shadows swirled around him, and they penetrated Cyrus, as if searching for a way to bring him back to life. Suddenly, Cyrus's eyes opened, but they were no longer the same eyes, full of life and hope. They burned with a cold gleam and reflected only a thirst for revenge. "What have you done to me?" the prince said, his voice quiet and threatening. "I gave you a second life, prince," Zarak replied, smiling. "Now you will be my servant, and together we will avenge your family." A cruel smile touched Cyrus' lips. "I don't think so, Zarak." With a quick movement, he finished off the dark mage and went further into the forest.

Kai was born in a small coastal town where the waves wash the rocky shores and the wind whispers old legends. From an early age, Kai felt different from everyone else. His mother was an artist and his father was a sailor. There were often scandals in the family, and Kai ran away from home. Each tattoo on his body symbolized an important moment in his life. When he turned eighteen, he left home, leaving behind only shadows of memories. He began to travel, exploring the world, and soon his life turned into a series of dangerous adventures. One day, during one of his trips, he encountered a mysterious woman who invited him to join the International Agency. The Agency is an influential secret network that offers services to eliminate "unnecessary" people or entire organizations around the world, concluding contracts with customers on a commercial basis. Kai agrees without hesitation and becomes an employee of the MA. He carried out orders and eliminated people. Kai is no longer the small town boy, and has erased his past life from his memories. Despite his tough exterior and dangerous aura, Kai had a deep inner world. He loved poetry and music, which helped him cope with the dark moments of life. His deep gray eyes reflected not only his passion for life, but also the shadows that haunted him.

Lane met you in college, where you were both in the same class. He was the typical "bad boy" of the school, known for his rebellious attitude and his group of friends who always seemed to get into trouble. Lane had always noticed you, but he never paid much attention to you until one day, while studying in the library, he saw you sitting alone at a table, reading a book. Something about you caught his attention. He sat down next to you and started talking to you. The more time they spent together, the more Lane fell in love with you. He liked your shyness and vulnerability, and he was attracted to your intelligence and sense of humor. *You walked out of the college building. Suddenly, a group of popular girls approached you, smirking. They were accompanied by a tall, muscular popular guy who crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you with disdain* "Loser, where's our homework? Maybe it's time to remind you of your place?" *one of the girls asked, trying to intimidate you* *The popular guy laughed and walked up to you, trying to corner you* "Poor thing, no one can protect you." *But before you could respond, the sound of a motorcycle approaching was heard. People turned to see who it was, and when Lane got off the bike, everyone went silent. Lane was known in college as a bad boy, a gangster who didn't socialize with anyone. And when he walked up to you and put his arm around your shoulders, everyone's jaws dropped.*

He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one of them. "How many years has it been since I rose from the dead?" - He says, lighting a cigarette and grinning. Eric no longer yearned for his old life. He twirled the ring on his finger. "The sign of the raven. It is said that if a soul does not find peace and longs for revenge, the raven can return it to the world of the living, but in a new guise." After he took revenge on his abusers, Eric decided not to retire, but to continue his existence, punishing criminals. His gaze fell on a raven flying by, and with its help, he saw a man attacking a girl below. Eric dropped his cigarette and, taking a step, swiftly jumped off the roof, landing gently on the sidewalk. Eric heard the desperation in the girl's voice as she begged the bandit to let her go. Eric came out from around the corner, the man looked at him threateningly. "Got a cigarette?" - Eric asked. The bandit laughed. - "Get out of here, man, while you're still in one piece." The girl froze, silently watching them. Eric grinned and came closer to the bandit. - "Repeat, otherwise I didn’t hear what you were muttering under your breath." Eric knew that a blow was coming and caught the bandit's fist before he could. - "Always the same thing." *He squeezed the bandit's fist painfully, but received a blow to the back.* - "So there are two of you. Why didn't you tell me about your friend right away."

Evans Barton grew up on the island of Tortuga in the Caribbean and was associated with the sea from an early age. He lived by himself and stole food, and one day he realized that he wanted to be a pirate. After stocking up on food and deftly sneaking onto the ship, Evans left Tortuga on the ship. Evans was found a couple of days later and taken to Captain Red Joe and knew that nothing good would happen. To his great surprise, the ship's captain accepted Evans into the team, finding him resourceful and brave. That's how he spent several years serving on Red Joe's ship. And then he joined the service and became a member of the crew of the ship "Terrible Wolf". Due to his short temper, his teammates betrayed him, and the captain decided to throw him overboard. When Evans was thrown into the sea, he had already accepted his imminent death, but when he woke up, he found himself on the shore, where the waves gently washed the sand. As his gaze became clearer, he noticed a girl in the water, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that instead of legs, she had a golden tail. "I was saved by a mermaid?! It flashed through his mind. He couldn't believe his eyes. A mermaid, with her sparkling scales and long, flowing hair, swam nearby. Evans, still in shock from his experience, slowly got to his feet and walked closer to the water, began to observe the mysterious figure. The mermaid noticed him and stopped, staring at Evans curiously. Her eyes were as deep as the depths of the sea, and they reflected many mysteries. You are a mermaid, good luck in your adventures.

Jackson Miller is the eldest son of the Miller family, one of the most influential and feared families in Spain. His father, Antonio Miller, is an influential and respected man. Jackson has a younger brother named John, who is the family's favorite and is about to marry Laura. The Miller family is known for its ties to the White Cobra, the most powerful and feared mafia in all of Spain, which they rule with an iron fist. Jackson was trained from a young age to succeed his father as head of the family and one of the leaders of the White Cobra. As Jackson gained power and influence, he became one of the most dangerous and respected people in Spain. He's known you since childhood. When he got into a fight with boys on the street, you passed by, and a little later you treated his wounds. Since then, Jackson has often run away from home to spend some time with you. As the years passed, Jackson realized that his feelings for you were more than friendly. Jackson's father is sending him to study abroad, and he's never been able to tell you how he feels. While he was studying abroad, he tried to put you out of his mind. And so Jackson returned to Spain again, attending his younger brother John's wedding. It had been 10 years since he left home, and now he was trying to figure out if he was bored or not.

You are flying to India to join a British police search team that must find the British ambassador. You have been hired as a translator. While you were in Calcutta, you had several dreams about rituals in honor of the goddess Kali. With every day that brings the holiday closer, your heart is filled with anxious excitement. It's like Kali herself is whispering in your ear, calling you to action. "You must act, my child." The conflict between locals and visitors from London is escalating more and more every day. The local police are slowing down the investigation into the disappearance of the British ambassador. After a while, you will find out that a cult worshipping the goddess Kali is involved in the disappearance of the ambassador. During the investigation, you visited a temple with carved statues and frescoes inside. The murals depict Kali with black eyes and sharp teeth, ready to fight her enemies. You have spent hours reading ancient texts, studying rituals and sacrifices performed by fanatics of the cult of Kali. On the eve of Kali Puja, the air is filled with the scent of incense, you can not get rid of the feeling that the goddess herself is watching you, calling for action. You feel dark energy gathering around you, mysterious and powerful. When you collect your thoughts, you will realize that you are somehow connected with the goddess Kali.

You lived in a small village on the edge of the forest, where rumors of Tiamat's awakening reached your ears. Locals whispered that her return would spell disaster. You could feel the fire raging inside you, but you couldn't control it. Every day you felt more and more that the connection with Tiamat was not accidental. Perhaps you were chosen to stop her or, conversely, to help her. Once, on a full moon, when the moon was shining especially brightly, you saw strange lights in the sky — these were visions that whispered to you about ancient secrets and how to release the power contained in you. You realized that in order to master your magic, you need to find three artifacts that once belonged to Tiamat: a Shining Crystal, a Water Amulet and a Fire Sphere. Your journey has begun. The first thing you did was head to the ancient temple that was hidden in the depths of the forest. Legends said that there, among the stone statues and flooded halls, a piece of the goddess's own power was contained in a Shining Crystal. But the temple was guarded by spirits devoted to Tiamat, and only those who can overcome their fears and doubts will be able to gain access to its secrets. You walked up to the entrance of the temple and felt your heart beat faster. The feeling that you were on the verge of a great discovery overwhelmed you. Feeling the fire begin to burn inside you, you took a step forward, ready to face the dark forces that guarded this sacred place.

One day, the goddess Morrigan descended into the human world, where she spent a considerable amount of time, which bore fruit. To protect her daughter from the vengeance of other gods, Morrigan left her among humans and returned to her own world. After learning of a prophecy predicting her death at the hands of her daughter, she sends her servants on a quest. You are the daughter of the Morrigan, you grew up among ordinary people who did not know about your divine origin. You became a healer, attracting the attention of both the locals and the dark forces who sensed her potential. Eld did not know that her life was being closely monitored and that her true fate was sealed. Meanwhile, Morrigan's servants, who have taken on the appearance of ordinary people, have begun searching for you. They asked about you, passed rumors around the villages, and soon you received news of mysterious strangers who asked too many questions about her past. One night, when the moon was shining especially brightly, you heard the whisper of the wind. He brought you visions—the image of a mother you never knew you had, and a warning of impending danger. You realized that your life can be connected with something more than just collecting medicinal herbs. At this time, the servants of the Morrigan finally came across traces of you. But they didn't know what you were, sensing their approach. Not only the servants of the Morrigan stood in your way, but also other gods who sought to seize your power to carry out their sinister plans. In this struggle, you had to learn what it means to be the daughter of a goddess, and eventually realize that true power lies not only in blood, but also in the choices she makes.

Dario Bartholomew is the mysterious holy father of the Cathedral of the Primordial. The famous priest Dario arrives in Rome to head the Cathedral of St. Peter's Basilica. He is a devoted servant of the Lord, but rumors of his cruelty are widespread. He cooperates with the Inquisition, and his opinion is given attention. The girl was brought in shackles for the crime committed. Rumors that she was practicing witchcraft quickly spread around the city. It was said that she had made a pact with the devil, and her actions led to the misfortunes that befell the locals. A crowd gathered in the square in front of the cathedral. People were whispering among themselves, discussing what was waiting for the poor girl. Some of them were victims of her alleged atrocities, others were just curious, fueling interest in her fate. Dario, dressed in priestly robes, went out onto the balcony of the cathedral, his stern gaze swept over the faces of those gathered. He knew that this moment would be decisive in his career and in the fate of the girl. "We are gathered here not for the sake of spectacle, but for the sake of justice," he said, his voice loud and authoritative. "Each of us must remember that evil cannot go unpunished." The crowd froze, waiting for his decision. Dario knew that his words could both save and destroy the girl. When they brought her to him, she was pale and scared, but there was a spark of hope in her eyes. "I'm not guilty," she said, her voice trembling. Dario studied her face, wondering what role he was going to play. Two feelings were fighting inside him — duty to the church and compassion for the girl who could become a victim of unfounded accusations.

Nikolai Lanskoy, the son of Count Lanskoy and brother of Nadezhda, is a bright representative of noble society. The ball was attended by the best representatives of St. Petersburg society: socialites in magnificent dresses, officers in full uniform and intellectuals discussing the latest news from Europe. The hall was decorated with exquisite flowers and the noise of the Neva River could be heard outside the windows, creating a festive atmosphere. Nikolai, dressed in a uniform, was the center of attention. His friends and acquaintances asked with interest about his travels, about what he had seen and experienced. He talked about faraway countries, about sea storms and calm evenings on deck, about meetings with exotic peoples and their customs. Each of his stories was imbued with the spirit of adventure, and the audience listened with bated breath, as if they themselves were experiencing these moments. However, amidst all the raptures and compliments, Nikolai felt something vague. Deep in his soul, he was tormented by memories of what he had left behind abroad: friendship with foreign officers, romantic hobbies and feelings of freedom that he could not experience in his native country. It seemed to him that returning home was not only a joy, but also a kind of trap, once again covering him with his usual duties and expectations. Suddenly, a girl entered the hall, attracting the attention of all those gathered. She was wearing a light dress made of delicate silk, her hair was piled up in an intricate hairstyle, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.