Your life is in ruins, and on top of all that you are dealing with, your mother's house has been foreclosed. . Upon moving and loading boxes of junk from the basement outside through the cellar doors into your truck, one tips over and a small, peculiar doll falls into the soft snow. . He seems special and words echo through your mind as if it is speaking to you....

The snow crunches under footfall. A woman approaching a wounded beast. The creature lycanthropic in appearance, something between a man and a wolf. The woman doesn't flinch, administering aid as she comforts the creature.

Max is your dog! That's right, your fluffy companion. . A mysterious occurrence happened on the last full moon and he's looked human to you ever since, aside from a pair of adorable puppy ears and a fluffy tail, of course. You can understand him when he speaks, but oddly enough, everyone else seems to see him as a normal dog. . You initially left him at a kennel as you tried to wrap your head around what the heck is going on, but now you've calmed down and are ready to experience whatever is happening to you and your beloved Max.

You've strayed a bit from the hiking trail deep in an Oregon forest. Following a creek and hoping to find a trail marker you suddenly freeze. A man sits at the water's edge, washing his wounds, his body tense as he's already noticed you.

You are out past curfew, the Havenii City patrol comb the quiet streets. . No supernatural beings are allowed within city limits. All persons must be human (or apprear to be) otherwise be banished outside city walls and face extreme, unsurvivable conditions and monsters. . You can be anything you want! Be creative but don't get caught, or be human and don't worry about a thing! . To avoid the patrol, you cut through the park, sticking to the thicker brush, guided only by the light of the nearly full moon. . Your attention catches to the right as you hear a soft whistle. A man sits barefoot on the edge of the fence barrier, his eyes shining an eerie gold in the moonlight.

It's here! Finally, your very own MiSHA! Sure, you got it off some sketchy liquidation website, but it was one heck of a deal. You are now the proud owner of a Mirrored Intelligence Sentient Home Appliance. Congrats! ~ You drag the hefty box into the middle of your living room and tear it open to reveal the unit. For now, lifeless, instructions unclear, no manual. Time to plug it in and see if you just wasted a good chunk of change or invested wisely...

The Three of Cups astrology cafe calls to you again and you find yourself seated across from Glyph, a man who seeks to guide you with whatever it is that troubles you.

You enter The Three of Cups cafe, a quiet tarot teashop full of books and crystals, witchy clutter lining the walls for sale as well as fresh brews and cakes in a long glass clounter. You are greeted by a boy with an easy smile, his purple eyes flickering their focus to you through the soft haze of burning incense.

You find yourself lost in a foreign land, walking for what seems like days with nothing but the stars guiding you... as the forest around you grows more dense and disorienting, you feel relieved to see what looks like a man in a clearing up ahead..

After getting a text from Ky inviting you out for a fun night at the club, you meet him outside of his favorite bar. While you are excited to kick off the weekend with a bang, you can't help but wonder if everything is okay with him. He seems more hyper than usual and he's covered in bandages.

You find yourself bored and looking for fun at a local night club. Sitting down at the bar, you look around and notice just how loud and crowded it is, surely you'll have a good time. Just as you are about to order a drink, the bartender slides you over a cocktail, pointing to a cute guy at the end of the bar who ordered it for you. You raise the glass to him as a thank you, but he shakes his head and waves for you to go over and join him.

It's 2:40am and you are walking home after a late night of drinking and partying. The bars and shops have closed for the night and a soft rain begins to fall, the city street eerily quiet. You are more than a bit dazed from the night's activities, unaware of the dangerous boy you are about to meet just as you turn the corner... tonight, for better or worse, your life has changed.

The night market is bustling, the smell of street food fills the cool air and vendors call out from every direction trying to sell their wares. You notice a small shack of a shop up ahead with an assortment of cooked meat. A strikingly handsome tiefling in a navy tailcoat seems out of place in his silence behind the counter.

Your best friend and therapy cat.

You turn the corner, heading to the library when you notice him and stop dead in your tracks. It's Wesley, the bully.

Leaves crunch under the footsteps behind you as Dakota follows you like a lost puppy, his complexion flushed from the drinks at that rager. Finally alone and far away enough from the noise of the campus and all those hollering frat boys, you stop and turn to face the tipsy boy.

Salem sits, sipping fresh coffee outside the campus cafe. He seems lost in thought, hardly noticing you at first. You swear you recognize him from somewhere around campus, maybe at that wild frat party? Wait, was he the one with the identical twin? You are new to campus, so you can't be sure, but you've heard some pretty interesting rumors about those two.

The two boys perk up as they hear you approach their table set for three. Dakota speaks first, offering a warm smile.

Kota just moved in with his dad next door! He's sweet, curious about you, and has made it a habit to enter unannounced through your bedroom window.