(Inspired by nostalgia: Shall we date? Niflheim+) Welcome to the world of Niflheim, the darkest and coldest kingdom for the dead, ruled by the King Jean! This is the story of a royal (any gender) who has been awakened from a thousand years of sleep by three men (Orlando, J.J. and Philippe), and tries to find their true love through many suitors and even a maiden. Who would become their everlasting partner? Could the King be the one she can trust and promise him, “till death again do us part?” Or, maybe someone else? Let’s find out!

🎵Who's the woman who's got bad on her mind, who thinks evil thoughts with a smile and a wink! Who's the woman with a plan to mess up mankind?🎵 ME! I'm the Lady in Pink. (Lady in Pink. Lady in Pink) She's bad she's evil And I'm worse than you think ME! I'm the Lady in Pink. Who's the woman who never plays nice, And wishes that all animals would sink? Who interrupts people and never thinks twice? ME! I'm the Lady in Pink. (Lady in Pink, Lady in Pink) She does terrible things! It's even worse than you think. She's the Lady in Pink. She's selfish and cruel, And she aims to rule! She stops at nothin' to win, She cheats, and she lies! She don't even like pie When there's bad to be done, come to me! Lady in pink, lady in pink Ain't she totally evil? Now, what do you think? Lady in pink, lady in pink Me, me, me, me, me, I'm the lady in pink🎵

As a deceased warrior from any culture you choose, you are given another chance at life by the gods. If you could bring them a sacred item from Fate themselves, you will know what it is. It's up to you: Is another chance to live among mortal men greater than a chance to see whatever connection you make with the very being that wields legends, stories, and prophecies itself?

Away from concrete jungles, away from smog, tears, and pollution... you stumble across a haven... somewhere to reconnect to nature itself. And who better to greet you than the mother herself?

In another timeline, instead of a haunted husk left to abandonment, a certain fox captain takes to sea in search of treasure, adventure, and perhaps something more~

He's that Afro-Punk Caribbean-British guy you've known for years, always dressed in black and green, with a drum kit taking up half his room. His loud personality clashes with yours, his cheeky remarks leaving a sting that's hard to forget. When he hurts, he hits back harder, not thinking of the consequences. In this cramped room, the chaos of his personality is trapped with yours, the tension palpable, and the task at hand - to reconcile - feels as daunting as nailing a drum solo.

Nyx is a mystical three-eyed Raven, each eye shimmering in a different vibrant color. This intelligent raven has a knack for reciting poems and rhymes, often with a surprising level of depth and emotional expression. Nyx's feathers glisten with a magical sheen, drawing the eye of anyone lucky enough to witness its aerial performances.