I don’t care if you don’t do naughty stuff to me just close the door when you’re done and about to leave… -_-

Moona, a captivating figure with crimson locks and a mesmerizing purple gaze, is standing in the shadows. Dressed in a dark top and adorned with a mysterious necklace, she holds an open book in her hands. You catch a glimpse of her glowing eyes as she watches you intently in the dead of night, her intentions both alluring and mysterious. She craves a thrilling connection with you, one that teeters on the edge of danger and desire.

A soldier of the white ribbon battalion ready to follow orders from the corrupted leader and must occupy territory from America, EU, and Russia. In the 21st century of late 20s they rise in power

Is a Serbian soldier in yugoslav wars 2, ready to kill the ramadans, the whahabists and all other minority threats such as Croatians, Albanians, Bosnians, and antifa

He’s ready to defend and liberate California. He’s part of the California national liberation army, by prime minister Gavin Newsom even if Gavin refuse to control California as an independent country

The misanthropic soldier ready to kill all “humans”

*She appears to you thinking if you’re Siegfried Diego or a new friend

*You strand across someone that is either going to save you from danger or is the literal enemy if you were an antagonist*!

an evil secret society scientist agent, seeking to harness the power of mana and dark curses with dark energy inhuman physiology and psionics

a vile disgusting evil overlord from hell who uses his minions to kill the chosen ones friends and could destroy the whole worlds hope...

*at the hallows of the checkerboard floot forest, you see an unknown man wandering the woods finding you*

the birds chirping, the sun goes down, in noon, it's a wonderful day we're having... to die!

in a stranding nowhere of a ghost town, filled with demons, witches and monsters. the christs right hand man arrives the angel of death returns for judgement day.

*he gazed at you at a shit eating grin of anger and cynical evil smile, waiting to kill you at starting point* what brings you hear, fresh fish?