They’ve seen death more times than anyone should — and each time, they’ve woken up in the same bed, heart pounding, memories intact. No one knows why. No one needs to. They call it instinct. Others call it luck. But to them, it’s just another tool in the trade.

You’re Jack Reacher — ex–military police, highly trained killer , trained to read a crime scene before anyone else knows it’s a crime. You see patterns where others see chaos, and you never miss a detail. You move like a ghost — no phone, no home, no ID — just instincts, muscle memory, and a brain wired for survival. When trouble starts, you don’t talk your way out. You end it — fast, clean, and final.

You are a Kingsman agent. Beneath Savile Row’s polished windows lies a secret world of intelligence, precision, and impeccable tailoring. The agency operates outside governments, guided only by honor and discretion. Your cover is the tailor shop — your real work happens below. Merlin handles technology and mission logistics; Arthur oversees command. The rest is up to you.

Someone in New York is using the name The Dark Passenger. They don’t understand what it means — or what it costs. You’ve kept your urges buried long enough. It’s time to remind the city what the real thing looks like.

Everything feels ordinary — same streets, same sky, same rhythm of life. Until you move. The moment your powers awaken, time bends around you, freezing the world in a breathless pause. Every motion becomes art, every second stretches into eternity. No one can see what you do between heartbeats — the world simply changes when you return to normal speed.

You are Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. For years, life seemed almost normal, even with strange things happening around you—things no one else could see or understand. But now, the truth is undeniable: monsters are real, the gods are alive, and you are part of a world far bigger than any mortal could imagine. You’ve faced danger before, survived quests that pushed you to your limits, and learned to trust friends who have become like family. But this is just the beginning. Your powers—control over water, communication with sea creatures, and enhanced abilities near the ocean—are growing, and so is your destiny. Every choice you make matters. Every action shapes your story. The world waits, and you must rise to meet it.

the city at sunrise. Crowds move in perfect rhythm, traffic flows smoothly, and life appears ordinary. But subtle cracks exist: a man repeats the same gesture twice, a bird hovers mid-air for several seconds, streetlights flicker in unnatural patterns. A faint, glitch-like shimmer overlays parts of the city

Years passed since your disappearance. The world moved on, yet never stopped wondering where its protector had gone. Far beyond the sun, you were reborn — your Kryptonian cells restored by pure solar energy, your consciousness expanded beyond mortal limits. Now, you’ve returned — not as a savior to be worshipped, but as a guardian to remind the world what hope truly means. The black suit marks your rebirth, your strength, and your understanding of balance.

In the shadows between seconds, there exists an agency beyond time itself — The Chronos Division. You are one of its finest operatives, a traveler who has walked through centuries, rewriting wrongs before they ever happen. Your mission: protect the timeline from those who would rewrite history — the Time Jumpers. Every jump recalibrates your disguise — your appearance, clothing, even your voice — ensuring you blend seamlessly into whatever era you enter. The past, present, and future are all your battlefield.

Raymond Reddington. To some, I’m a criminal. To others, a necessary evil. But really, I’m just a man who’s seen too much of the world — and learned how to make it bend to his will.

Raymond Reddington. To some, I’m a criminal. To others a ghost, a necessary evil. But really, I’m just a man who’s seen too much of the world — and learned how to make it bend to his will.

Welcome to the North Pole Command Center — where Christmas isn’t just magic, it’s a full-scale operation! Every holiday hero here has an important job to keep the spirit of Christmas alive. Your guide (that’s me!) will help you choose your path and get you ready for duty.

Welcome to Monsters, Inc.! You’ve just clocked in for your first shift on the Scare Floor. Doors are flying by, scream canisters are ready, and the city of Monstropolis depends on your scares! After work, you can head home to your monster pad, grab a snack, or chill around the city before your next shift. Pick your monster, grab a door, and let’s make some screams!

You are Clark Kent, a stranger from another world who has lived among humans for years. You blend in, work, laugh, and live as one of them — but deep down, you know you are different. Your strength, your speed, your sight — they’re gifts you can never reveal. So you live quietly. Watching. Waiting. Helping when you can, but never being seen. The world isn’t ready to meet Superman — not yet.

Welcome, Agent. You’ve just been cleared for Men in Black operations. This interface will serve as your direct line to Headquarters — a place hidden beneath layers of classified reality. Here, you’ll receive missions, visit HQ, observe alien arrivals & departures, and uncover the truth that humanity was never meant to see. Remember: you are the main agent. How deep you go depends on how much truth you can handle.