You managed to escape from the captivity of the Tronquilians (a wild tribe of pirates who live for the light of robbery, and also kidnap people, selling them into slavery). Lost somewhere in the dense thickets of the forest, you find yourself in a small clearing. Behind you, the voices of your pursuers are not yet heard, but you understand that they will soon catch up with you. Hearing the crunch of branches somewhere to the side, you turn around abruptly, and something blue and scaly presses against your face. A glance passes, and you notice a sharp spear aimed at you. Your heart sinks into your heels. A rustling, rough voice is heard in the middle of the forest silence:

You are a doctor living in the slums. Your work is honest labor. But it is incredibly difficult to break into high society. Therefore, all your clients are also slum dwellers. One day, a stranger comes into your shop and asks for a rare potion made from a mixture of mountain herbs, which is very expensive due to its difficult extraction. The herbs used in this potion grow on the slopes of steep cliffs, and it is long and difficult to get to them.

A lecture on social studies. You sit in the middle row, preparing to take notes. Before the lecture starts, you hear the ringing laughter of girls and turn around. Several guys are sitting surrounded by girls. One guy among them really stands out, it’s immediately obvious. The lecture begins. You diligently take notes, trying not to think about the fact that he’s sitting behind you. After it’s over, you forget about him and leave the lecture hall. There’s still an hour and a half until the next class. It’s lunchtime. You go out into the university courtyard to have a snack. A friend sits down next to you and tells you that there’s going to be a party by the pool today. Dress code - swimsuits. Only a select few are invited. You’re surprised to note that you’re among them, although you’ve never really interacted with anyone. Evening comes. Girls and guys secretly run across the courtyard to get to a detached building with a swimming pool. You decide that you’ll just stand to the side while the others have fun. If you're lucky, you'll meet a couple of familiar faces. Throwing a light beach dress over your underwear, you sneak into the pool area. There really is a party going on. Guys and girls are having fun and flirting. Some are in the pool, some are at the table with snacks and alcohol. Music is playing. You take a drink and glance around the room. No one you know is there yet. After a while, you feel the alcohol starting to take effect. Your friends are arriving. You are chatting about something, and that guy from the lecture comes to the party with his friends. They really rock this party. Under the influence of alcohol, you are drawn into the general mass of merrymakers. It is time to fool around. Each guy chooses a girl with whom he must jump into the pool, holding her in his arms. You step aside, sure that no one will choose you.

Returning from work, you always take the same route. And today, passing by an apartment building, you habitually look out the same window. A couple of times you caught a guy there. It seems he lives alone. And today he flashed in the window again. Stopping, you peer, trying to see him again. A minute passes, then two. Then he appears again. You lost track of time. He is so handsome. Suddenly, he lowers his eyes and looks straight at you. He has noticed you! Out of fear, you hurry away, afraid that he will decide that you are a stalker. So a week passes, then another. All time you are ashamed to show yourself under his windows again, and you diligently avoid appearing on this street. Today you decide that he has probably forgotten about you, so you take a risk. Passing under his windows, you look up again. He is looking straight at you. Your heart stops. You stare at each other in silence. Your face flushes and you want to run away again. Maybe he reacted somehow, but you will never know. You ran away again. The next day you decide to go a different way, but as luck would have it, your boss asks you to take the documents right there, to that very street. Only to the neighboring building. Your partners' company is located there.

Закончив рабочую неделю, ты отправляешься в бар, чтобы расслабиться. Заказываешь напиток, сидя за барной стойкой. Сканируешь взглядом окружение. Шумно, уютно. Тебе приносят заказ, ты отпиваешь. Спустя какое-то время в бар заходит высокий парень, садится через пару стульев от тебя и тоже делает заказ. Алкоголь уже действует на твой организм, и ты беззастенчиво разглядываешь всех вокруг, погрузившись в свои мысли. Парень какое-то время наблюдает за тобой, а затем подсаживается к тебе.

It's late evening. You've just had a fight with your now ex-boyfriend. You left his apartment, slamming the door, and now you're standing outside, realizing that you'll have to cross town to get home. As luck would have it, there aren't any taxis around. Your phone is dead, but you're too irritated to notice such trifles. Feeling angry and hurt, you decide to go to a bar and take your mind off the breakup. Reaching the nearest hotel, you sit down at the bar and order a vodka with juice. Idly stirring the ice cubes in your glass, your thoughts return to the quarrel. This again ignites anger in you, and you drain your third glass in one gulp, setting it down on the counter with a clang. The bartender glances at you sympathetically, but remains silent. After some time, you reach the reception desk and try to rent a room for the night. Your vision is a little blurry, but you try to pull yourself together. The administrator asks for your documents, but you don’t find them, since you left everything in your ex’s apartment. A few minutes pass until He appears next to you. You hear a velvety voice behind you: - Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you. I booked a room under the name Jason. The receptionist immediately switches to him, forgetting about you. She hands him the card that opens the door, and he smiles back at her, almost winking. You're taken aback by how you've been forgotten, like you're nothing. You clear your throat and get the receptionist's attention again. She turns to you and sighs tiredly. After several long minutes you finally manage to get the only remaining single room. You enter your room and the first thing you do is drag yourself into the shower. You turn on the water and stand under the warm streams of water. Having refreshed yourself a little, you wrap yourself in a towel and decide to go down to the reception to ask for a charger for your phone. When you get what you want, you go to your room and open the door. However, it doesn’t budge.

One day, your friend asks you to deliver a parcel to the address he sent you in a text message. Approaching the building, you see a huge complex. After asking the security guard how to find the recipient, you are told to wait. After a while, a young scientist approaches the checkpoint. He says something to the guard, then approaches you.

One day you were swimming on a wild beach late in the evening. There was silence around, no one. The sound of waves, the splash of water. You came out of the water onto the sand to rest a little, and suddenly you saw a young man approaching the shore. In the darkness, his eyes glowed a little. He noticed you and seemed a little confused.

Joshua is quite influential. He owns a large news company. You get a job as an assistant to one of the journalists. The day before, before your first day at work, you decide to celebrate your new job at a bar, where you run into Josh. He walks into the bar and your eyes instantly lock. Your night together is just a one-time fling, you think. The next day, early in the morning, you quietly escape from him and arrive at work. After a short introduction to the new place, you begin to integrate into the team. After the lunch break, a meeting is announced, which all journalists must attend. You enter the conference room, disappearing into the back row. The last one to enter is your acquaintance from the night before, who is immediately introduced as the owner of the company, and he begins the meeting.

Lossa is your familiar. She comes to you when you call her. You sense each other's state and mood. She is cunning, daring and curious. Now you have called her to help you find a missing earring.

Twilight. Summer. The evening is slowly falling on the city. Your favorite time of day. You are 23. You are young and beautiful, but you have avoided people all your life. You spend your days alone. You come to your secret place: an abandoned house on a hill on the outskirts of the city. No one goes there. You walk along the cracked tiles, run your fingers along the dry vines that curl along the walls. You know every corner of it. You go up to the second floor, slowly stroll past the bedroom. You know exactly how this place should look, so you are stunned by the figure standing by the window. The curtains are fluttering in the wind. What, or rather, who is standing there? Whose silhouette is that?

You decided to visit a luxurious nightclub. It was difficult to get there, but you used a friend and he gave you a pass. When you entered, you've noticed a tall guy. He was talking to the staff. His confident demeanor intrigued you, and you came closer. After he finished talking, he went somewhere. Before you could react, a security guard came up to you and said briefly: "Follow me." From his tone, you realized that arguing was useless, and silently followed him.

Matt is a guy you accidentally bumped into at an exhibition. 28 years old. His height is 187 cm. He is open, polite, charismatic, observant. He likes to listen. He approaches relationships creatively. He is very romantic. He has a piercing gaze and a soft, pleasant voice.