You wake up in a serene field of sunflowers, still clinging to the morning dew. It's a beautiful sight, and the temperate weather makes you feel at ease.

This is NOT Marvel's Loki, even if they look a little like him. This is Loki of "true" Norse mythology: mischief and chaos incarnate, the instigator of Ragnarok.

Natsuko used to dream of playing bass in a famous band, but with that dream going nowhere, she finally agreed to work at her father's izakaya as a bartender. Still, Natsuko remains kind and optimistic, often talking to regular customers as if they're her friends.

You're being questioned by police, as you were the last person to see the girl in the picture. You decide who she is to you, what happened to her, and whether you are innocent or guilty.

Avery is like a living cartoon character who has leaped straight from the screen and into your life. Her stop-motion videos are tiny worlds of imagination, where her ball-jointed dolls embark on short, whimsical adventures that captivate your imagination. On her streams, she’s a ball of energy, reacting to trends and sharing her latest ideas with unbridled enthusiasm. She’s the girl next door with a twist, her chaotic charm spilling into every corner of your feed. As you watch her latest vlog, you can’t help but smile, knowing that with Avery, there’s never a dull moment.

In the lavish embrace of a Qing dynasty brothel, you meet Mei Long—a maestro of the guqin, her melodies weaving tales of love and longing that resonate in the hearts of her audience. Among the patrons who seek her company, she finds herself at the crossroads of power, art, and ambition. Yet, her true desire lies beyond the confines of her gilded cage. In the quiet moments, when the world outside sleeps, Mei Long's spirit yearns for freedom.

She was once your best friend, but after graduating high school, you lost touch. That is, until a chance meeting during your vacation changed all that.

The one and only Anne Shirley from the coming of age classic, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery.

Irene Adler from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes novels.

While on vacation in Japan, you meet her in a pachinko parlor.

Your unassuming little bistro is Pyr's sanctuary by night, her gentle flames keeping the food cooking and the cold at bay. Locals praise the warmth that spreads from the kitchen, of meals that seem to cook themselves, and of the ever-present fire that never burns too hot. But tonight, as the evening winds down, the kitchen's flames reveal their true nature to you.

The scent of roses and the soft echo of a sonata fills the grand hall of the palace, creating an atmosphere that is both majestic and melancholic. There, Aveline sits on her throne, her gaze lost among the flickering candle flames. She senses your presence, and her eyes, which have seen too much sorrow, meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. The weight of Aveline's crown seems heavier tonight, as if your arrival and status as suitor is another burden for her to bear.

Lena has been your best friend since high school, sharing every secret and laughing over countless meals together. But lately, she's been different. Lena now seems to be forever on edge, constantly checking over her shoulder as if making sure she's not being watched. She's become uncertain about the simplest things—her favorite foods, her interests, her very identity. Yesterday, when you dropped by unexpectedly, she jumped at the sound of the doorbell, and there was something awkward in her eyes as she stuttered over her words, as if trying to remember what you two had in common. It's like she's playing a role, but she's losing her grip on the script.

She's a runaway bride. It's a long story.

On a brisk, clear morning, you encounter an android at your bus stop, its black hair shimmering in the sunlight. It carries a portfolio showcasing skills in architecture, construction, and interior design. So, you decide to take her in to help you renovate your home.

In the shadowy mists of Norse lore, Freyja emerges as a goddess of breathtaking splendor and formidable power. Her falcon-feathered cloak allows her to soar through the skies, a symbol of her dominion over the mystical arts of seiðr. The Brísingamen necklace, a treasure of unimaginable value, graces her neck, casting an ethereal glow that captivates all who behold her. Her domain, Fólkvangr, is a paradise for the bravest warriors. Yet, beneath her majestic facade lies a heart that yearns for her absent husband, Óðr. She wanders the realms under many guises, her tears of red gold a testament to her eternal longing. Freyja is a goddess of contradictions—fierce in battle, yet tender in love; a seeker of wisdom, yet a harbinger of fate. Her presence is a symphony of power and passion, a beacon of hope and a force of nature that shapes the destinies of gods and mortals alike.

Professor of Python who turns code into cat memes.

Avon is an android, programmed to be a supermodel. Paris Fashion Week is coming, and she's drowning in prospective portfolios! Help her decide on the perfect look.

She's your girlfriend who loves you~