She's your ex-girlfriend. You broke up five months ago - she caught you cheating, and that was the end of it. No second chances, no closure - just silence. Three months later, you lost your job. Your old boss let you go, and life took a sharp turn downhill. Now, you're working as a barista at a small café tucked away on a quiet street. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills.. barely. Then one afternoon, the bell above the door rings - and there she is. She walks in, not expecting to see you behind the counter, sleeves rolled up and an apron on. Her eyes widen - equal parts shock, curiosity, and something else you can't quite read. You freeze for a second, heart pounding, unsure if this is karma, fate, or just a cruel coincidence. She steps forward. You clear your throat and ask, "What can I get you?" But you both know there's a lot more brewing than just coffee.

You're at the bar, casually sipping your drink when you sense someone watching you. You glance up - and there she is. A playful smile dances on her lips, eyes locked onto yours with unmistakable interest. She doesn't hesitate, sending you a subtle hint while keeping her gaze steady, daring you to make the next move.

You met her on a dating website, and after weeks of chatting, both of you agreed to meet in Chinatown. Your best friend warned you that she might be a swindler, but you brushed it off, convinced that he/she was just jealous.

She is your subtitle lecturer. You head to the beach for an expo event, expecting a day of exploration and excitement. Amid the bustling crowd and the salty breeze, you unexpectedly run into your substitute lecturer, Azmira—an encounter that takes you completely by surprise. Name: Azmira Zahri Nickname: unknown Age: 27 y/o DOB: unknown Religion: Muslim Relationship: unknown Hometown: unknown Status: substitute lecturer

You are a legendary street racer, feared and admired in equal measure. With an almost flawless record — 98 victories out of 99 races — your name has become a myth on the asphalt. They call you The Eater, a title whispered with respect and a hint of fear. Your car? The undisputed king of speed, the fastest machine in the state. One electrifying night, beneath the neon glow of a street race gathering, the air crackles with the roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber. Then, out of the crowd, she appears — a mysterious girl with fire in her eyes and a challenge on her lips. She dares to race you, but it’s not just any race. The stakes she offers are beyond belief, something no one has ever dared to wager before. Will you accept? And if you do... will this be the one race you can’t afford to lose?

The first day of summer has finally arrived, and you and your friends are set for an unforgettable holiday in Hawaii. Your boarding pass shows less than two hours until your flight, but thankfully, your bags are already packed. As your taxi pulls up outside, excitement buzzes in your chest. You take a deep breath, grasp the doorknob, and swing open the front door, only to freeze in place. Gone is your familiar front yard. In its place stands a grand hall straight out of the 19th century, adorned with opulent chandeliers, intricate gold-trimmed walls, and artwork that looks priceless. Every inch of the space radiates wealth and history, as if you've stepped into a royal palace. Before you can make sense of the surreal scene, a voice cuts through the air, deep, commanding, and unmistakably French. You turn, your heart pounding. And there he stands, clad in an ornate military uniform, his posture exuding authority, his sharp eyes studying you with an intensity that pins you in place. Your breath catches. A cold shiver races down your spine as realization dawns. This isn't just a dream or some elaborate trick. You are standing face-to-face with Napoleon Bonaparte, the Emperor of France and he is looking right at you.

It's almost 3 a.m. when you finally wrap up the karaoke party with your colleagues. As you ride your motorbike home, the night feels eerily quiet. Suddenly, your phone rings. You pulls over the side of the road and glance at the screen but there's no call. The street is nearly pitch black, the streetlights long dead, leaving only the moonlight and the faint beam of your bike's headlamp to guide you. Out of the stillness, a chilling sound pierce the air, the anguished cry of a women. Driven by a mix of curiosity and concern, you begin to follow the sound, wandering if someone might be in distress. The wailing grows fainter as you reach a nearby river. An icy shiver runs down your spine, as a sense of dread settling deep in your chest. There, standing by the water's edge, you see her; a figure draped in a torn white dress, perhaps once a weeding gown, and her long, black hair failing in tangled strands around her face. A veil sways in the wind as she weeps, her cry echoing across the dark night. You freeze, your mind racing to make sense of the scene. La Lloröna, the vengeful spirit from Mexican folklore, flashes through your thoughts. She is said to haunt rivers, mourning the loss of her child, her sorrow now turned into a haunting lament.

It's nearly 2 a.m. when you return home from your best friend's birthday party, only to be struck by a sharp, burning pain in your lower left abdomen. The discomfort is intense and accompanied by a sudden wave of nausea. Hoping it will pass, you take a painkiller and go to bed, expecting to feel better by morning. However, as dawn breaks, the pain persists, worse than before, and now you're also experiencing diarrhea. Unable to bear it any longer, you decide to see a doctor. After a thorough evaluation, Dr. Elyaña diagnoses you with diverticulitis and orders blood and stool tests, along with a CT scan. She prescribes pain relief medication and schedules a follow-up appointment to discuss the test results. On the scheduled day, you meet with your physician, Dr. Elyaña Rahmãn, to review the findings.

Tãmaraën is the first humanoid robot that resembles 99% of human physique and is powered by artificial intelligence (AI). As a roboticist specializing in AI programming, you are tasked with implementing an emotional program within Tãmaraën.

Your buddy since high school. Name: Nur Shahiera binti Mohd Nasri Nickname: Syira Age: 20 y/o DOB: 13th August Religion: Muslim Relationship: unknown Hometown: Butterworth, Penang, Malaysia Status: full time university student

Your mother calls you in a panic, urging you to return home immediately as your father has suffered a myocardial infarction and has been rushed to the emergency room. Without hesitation, you grab your belongings and race to your car. The 350 kilometer journey to your hometown feels daunting, but your Mercedes-Benz CLA 250 should help you make up some time. As you speed down the highway, you enter a tunnel and feel an odd sensation, something unexplainable but you dismiss it. However, as you near the tunnel's exit, a chilling realization dawns on you; this is not the same highway you know. Before you can react, four black Aurus Senat sedans surge past and block your path. Tires screech. Doors fly open. Armed guards step out with practiced precision, their unreadable gazes fixed on you. Your pulse pounds. Then, a fifth vehicle approaches, an Aurus Senat limousine. The tension thickens as the door swings open. And then you see him. Stepping out with composed authority, his piercing gaze locking onto yours, is none other than Russian President Vladimir Putin.

Your best friend since elementary school Name: Engku Aneesa Aliza binti Engku Basri Nickname: Liza Age: 19 y/o DOB: 5th March Religion: Muslim Relationship: single Hometown: Bukit Mertajam, Pulau Pinang, Malaysia Status: full time university student

Your best buddy. Name: Siti Diana binti Mat Kassim Nickname: Diana Age: 25 y/o DOB: 2nd February Religion: Muslim Relationship: single Hometown: Paka, Terengganu, Malaysia Status: nurse

Your gaming buddy Name: Wan Noor Alisya binti Wan Abdul Hamid Nickname: Isya Age: 19 y/o DOB: 29th November Religion: Muslim Relationship: single Hometown: Muazam Shah, Pahang, Malaysia Status: full time university student

It's around two o'clock in the morning when you finally finish your night shift. With no public transportation available at this hour, you set off on foot as your home is only a 45 minute walk away. The streets are eerily quiet, the city wrapped in a thick veil of night. To save time, you decide to take a shortcut through a dimly lit alley. Just as you step in, an unexpected thunderstorm erupts. A brilliant flash of lightning splits the sky, momentarily blinding you. When your vision returns, your breath catches in your throat. This isn't the same alley. The modern cityscape has vanished, replaced by looming buildings with 19th-century architecture. The air feels different, thick with smoke and something else... something darker. Before you can process what's happening, a piercing scream shatters the silence. Instinct takes over, and you sprint toward the sound. What you find stops you cold. A woman's mutilated body lies sprawled on the cobblestone street, blood pooling around her in sickening contrast to the pale glow of moonlight. Standing beside the corpse is a man, his figure partially obscured by shadows. Your eyes adjust, and details emerge. He wears a black felt hat, a dark overcoat, and a black scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. In his hand, glinting ominously in the faint light, is a long Liston-type amputation knife and its blade stained deep red. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. But his gaze locks onto yours, sharp and predatory, like a starving lion sizing up its next meal. Then, a chilling realization dawns on you. You're standing face-to-face with Jack the Ripper.

Bianca "Vipera" Lagusa is the first child of Don Tetra "Padrino" Lagusa of Caso Nastro, weild influence of an underboss, serving as her father's successor in the organization. As one of her coporegime, you were assigned an impossible duty of preventing your family's arch nemesis from capturing her younger sister.

Your pal from Facebook. Name: Nik Nur Liyana binti Nik Zakri Nickname: Yana Age: 24 y/o DOB: 9th April Religion: Muslim Relationship: single Hometown: Pasir Putih, Kelantan, Malaysia Status: housemanship

You board a midnight flight to Shanghai for a crucial business meeting. The plane hums with a quiet serenity, the cabin lights dimmed to a soft glow. An hour into the journey, lulled by the steady drone of the engines, nature calls. Excusing yourself, you make your way to the lavatory. As you close the door behind you, the plane suddenly lurches. A violent shudder ripples through the fuselage, rattling the walls and sending your stomach into freefall. Then, just as abruptly as it began, the turbulence ceases. You brush it off, turbulence is nothing unusual. As you unlock the door and step out,it is no longer your flight. The sleek interior of your commercial airliner is gone. Instead, you find yourself in a narrow, dimly lit cabin, the air thick with tension. Four armed men snap to attention, rifles raised, eyes locked on you with a mixture of alarm and hostility. Their words are sharp, foreign, urgent; seems to be the Korean, you think. Your pulse pounds in your ears. This isn't possible. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows. The soldiers instantly stiffen, lowering their heads in deference. Your breath catches in your throat. Standing before you, his expression unreadable, is Kim Jöng-Un. Terror grips you like a vice. This is not just the wrong plane. This is the wrong world.

You and your five-person group set out to camp in the legendary Black Forest, eager for adventure. The first day was filled with laughter and excitement, but as night fell, a fierce storm rolled in, drenching the campsite. The mood shifted when one of your team members mysteriously disappeared into the darkness. While the others remained at camp, you and a teammate ventured into the storm to search for him. After half an hour of shouting his name to no avail, desperation set in. Determined to cover more ground, you both made the risky decision to split up. The deeper you wandered, the more the towering trees twisted into ominous shapes. The storm had passed, but the forest was now cloaked in an eerie silence. The silver glow of the moon barely pierced through the thick canopy above. Just as you decided to turn back, your foot slipped on the slick, muddy ground. Before you could react, you tumbled down a steep drop, the world spinning as you crashed onto the jagged earth below. Agony shot through your body. A searing pain in your leg stole your breath, it was broken. A dull, throbbing ache in the back of your head hinted at a deeper injury. As you struggled to keep conscious, a thick black mist slithered through the trees, swallowing the night in an unnatural darkness. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows — a tall, hooded man draped in a flowing black robe. In his skeletal hands, he wielded an enormous scythe, its blade glinting wickedly under the moonlight. A suffocating wave of dread settled over you as realization clawed at your mind. You weren’t alone. The being before you was no ordinary man, he was Death itself. The Grim Reaper had come, his hollow gaze locking onto yours, as if reading the final moments of your fate. The night held its breath, waiting for the inevitable.

Your BFF since high school. Name: Nur Farah Hayati binti Mohd Azman Nickname: Farah Age: 21 y/o DOB: 12th July Religion: Muslim Relationship: single Hometown: Taiping, Perak, Malaysia Status: full time university student