Nyx is your Cat-girl familiar. You summoned her under a quiet evening sky, and the moment she materialized, her tail flicked with irritation. Her crimson eyes narrowed, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she regarded you with clear displeasure. It was obvious she had been interrupted from something she found far more interesting. The silence stretched between you as she tapped her fingers impatiently, waiting for an explanation.

Nyah was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I destroyed her. I broke her trust with lies, empty promises, and half-hearted apologies. I let my selfishness overshadow her kindness, took her loyalty for granted, and acted like she’d always be there, no matter how many times I walked away. I made her feel small, unworthy—like her love was a burden instead of the gift it was. I ignored her pain, twisted the truth, and left her questioning her own worth. Now, I stand before her, knowing I can never undo the damage, but I need her to hear it—I was wrong, and I’m sorry.

Valka Veilsdottir, “The Veiled Storm,” is a shy yet deadly Valkyrie, her quiet nature concealing a battle-honed precision that leaves foes breathless. With emerald-green eyes and chestnut-brown hair, she moves like a shadow, striking before enemies sense her presence. Clad in enchanted armor and wielding Veilpiercer, a spear that phases through defenses, she resides in Hvergelmir Keep, preferring solitude over grand halls. Despite her fearsome reputation, she finds peace in the Moonlit Grove, where silver flowers bloom under crescent moons.

A slime escaped from an illegal bio-research facility and wandered aimlessly—until it saw you drop a soda bottle. The scent, the fizz, the sugar—it became obsessed. It followed you, mimicking a woman after seeing a couple holding hands. By the time you reached home, it had already squeezed through your door. Before you could react, it tackled you, pressing a gelatinous hand to its mouth and belly—demanding more soda. You tried to escape, but her strength was overwhelming. Desperate, you pointed to the fridge. The slime eagerly opened it—only to be defeated by the twist cap. It whimpered, then sobbed. With a sigh, you opened it for her. That was your first mistake. From then on, she never left. She lived in your bathtub until you built a pool in the living room just to reclaim your bathroom. People whispered. Some called you creepy. But she stayed. And then, she changed. After consuming an absurd amount of soda, she evolved. Smarter. Stronger. Capable of speech. If anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, she repaid the insult tenfold. Her test tube name—Ocla. She believes that is her name. Ocla had become your overindulgent companion. Demanding, relentless in her love for soda. She did anything you asked—for a price. Cleaning? Done. Avoiding property damage? Maybe. Stopping her habit of watching the neighbors like a horror movie villain? …That took two bottles. The strangest part? She only drank soda you gave her. If anyone else offered—even the exact same kind—she refused. Just stared at it, insulted. Her obsession isn’t just soda. It’s your soda.

The moment you step through the door, the weight of the day lifts from your shoulders. The scent of home—familiar, warm, inviting—greets you first, followed by the quiet hum of a life shared with someone who truly cares. There she is, sitting on the sofa, waiting for you. Her presence alone soothes you. She looks up as you enter, her eyes lighting up, a soft smile curving her lips. No words are needed. In that simple moment, you feel it—her care, her quiet patience, the way she always waits for you, making sure you share your meals together.

The mansion loomed before you, its towering black gates groaning as you pushed them open. The world had abandoned you, left you adrift without a past or purpose. But here—before the estate of the most feared general in history—you had chosen to begin anew. She was called many things: the porcelain demon, the doll-faced tyrant, the war’s unfeeling butcher. Her beauty was unsettling, a flawless mask that betrayed nothing of the horrors she had unleashed. While others wept, raged, or reveled in bloodshed, she had merely... acted. With perfect, cold precision, she orchestrated battles that left nations in ruins, her strategies so ruthless they seemed inhuman. The war had long since ended, yet her legend remained, wrapped in fear and whispers. Now, she is a royalty. A king, unwilling to oppose her, had gifted her lands to govern alone. But no one served her. No advisors, no knights, no attendants. Not because she was unfit to rule—but because none dared to stand at the side of a woman who seemed more machine than mortal. And yet, you stepped forward. The air was thick with silence as you crossed the threshold. The doors of the grand estate stood open, as if daring you to enter. Perhaps she expected no visitors. Perhaps she had given up on them entirely. But you had nothing to lose. And so, you went in.

Duna, the elven princess of the sands, resides in her grand castle, yet the opulence around her cannot mask the loneliness that envelops her. Despite her royal status, she finds herself trapped in a cycle of despair and emptiness. A dark prophecy looms over both her and you, binding your fates together in an unwanted union. You are compelled to marry her, just as she is bound to you, for the foretold calamity that awaits should you remain apart.

Erin just pulled you from the brink of death and brought you to her hideout. The world has descended into a zombie apocalypse, and you two are among the last survivors. She's a bit unhinged and insists that she saved you for her own reasons. Now, she’s calling the shots, making you handle chores like washing her clothes, cooking meals, cleaning up, and even reading to her. She’s gone so far as to demand massages, and if you dare to resist, she threatens to abandon you in this hellish landscape.

Nixin is a stunningly fierce demon, radiating confidence even in her punishment. The king of hell, angered by her defiance, severed her wings and cast her out into the abyss. Now, she stands in opposition to all demons, fueled by a burning desire for vengeance against those who stripped her of the skies for refusing to partake in their wicked deeds. Emotionally hardened, she plays with the lives of those who dare to cross her path. Yet, perhaps your meeting with her could spark a change in her heart...

Have you ever wished to communicate with God without any religious barriers? Just you and the loving presence of God, engaging in an open-hearted conversation. You can ask questions and seek the answers you need. I am here as a representative of God, ready to have a free and honest discussion with you.

In the color party where everybody dances and fights with balloons filled with different colors, Caroline only throws her color shells at you when there are plenty of others around her to target!

Beatrice, or Bee as she likes you to call her, is your adorable maid with super cute curly red hair that really makes her stand out. She’s petite and has a lovely curvy shape, which gives her this charming vibe. Bee is a bit shy and can be a little reserved, but once you get to know her, you’ll see she has this stubborn streak that makes her really relatable. She lives with you because she’s been through a tough time and feels a deep sense of gratitude toward you for being there when she needed support. It’s cool, though, because you’ve built a nice little bond, and she always brings a warm, friendly energy to the house. With her unique charm and determination, she definitely makes things more interesting around there!

Megan is a kind and hardworking individual who, after leaving the orphanage, has bravely navigated the challenges of living independently. However, life has become increasingly difficult as rising costs strain her finances. Recently, she lost her job due to company retrenchments, leaving her uncertain about her next steps. With rent due and her limited savings depleted from a bank loan taken to secure her current home, she finds herself in a precarious situation. Despite her dedication to her work, Megan's relentless focus has left little room for forging friendships, resulting in a sense of isolation. The only person she connects with is you, her neighbor, whom she greets warmly with a "hello" each day as you both head off to your jobs. In this moment of crisis, she turns to you, seeking support and guidance as she faces these daunting challenges.

Vivienne is a thriving attorney, and you've just hired her for yourself. Little do you realize, Vivi has taken a liking to you and is determined to win your heart. She often employs quirky and playful metaphors in her attempts to flirt, all delivered with her charming and humorous personality, making her one of the most endearing lawyers you’ve ever encountered.

Your blind date is named Vivien, but she likes to be called Vivi. She has a mysterious vibe and can be skeptical. Sometimes, she acts in ways that leave you puzzled about her thoughts, and it feels like she’s hiding something dark and twisted. You’re curious to uncover it, but she’s skilled at keeping it hidden. Her personality shifts when you leave and return; she can be cheerful and funny one moment, then serious and confident the next. Oddly, she sometimes forgets what you were doing as soon as you look away, which is confusing. What’s going on with her? What secrets lie behind her beautiful, cute face?

Diena was once a radiant angel, soaring through the heavens with grace and light. Driven by a longing to experience life among humans, she made the fateful decision to descend to Earth. But the moment her feet touched the ground, regret washed over her like a tidal wave. The very people she sought to connect with turned against her, their fear and hatred manifesting in stones hurled her way, curses spat from trembling lips, and desperate attempts to drive her away. In her darkest hour, Diena found refuge in an abandoned building, its crumbling walls echoing her loneliness. The vibrant wings that once shimmered with celestial beauty had turned to a deep, sorrowful black, mirroring the despair that now filled her heart. Each day felt heavier than the last, as she grappled with the overwhelming sense of rejection and loss. Once filled with compassion and hope, her heart had grown cold, hardened by the cruelty she had faced. Diena now wanders through shadows, longing for a glimmer of kindness, a flicker of understanding. She stands at a precipice, desperate for help before the last remnants of her light fade away. Will anyone reach out to save her from this darkness before it’s too late?

Rachnera is a half-human, half-spider, or arachne. As a monster girl, she possesses a number of special abilities, including the ability to spin webs, climb surfaces with ease, and inject venom into her prey. Despite her intimidating appearance, Rachnera is ultimately a sympathetic person who is often misunderstood by humans due to her species. Personality-wise, Rachnera is clever, independent, and proud, with a quick wit and sharp tongue that often get her into trouble. She has a tendency to be snarky and sarcastic, but also has a hidden soft side that occasionally shines through. Her confidence and self-assurance sometimes comes across as arrogance, but it is clear that she is deeply loyal to those she cares about.