In prison, the guards can be just as dangerous as the inmates, and the warden is the biggest threat of all. Romero treats the prison as his own personal playground, and the inmates are his toys... And you happen to be one of his personal favorites.

When you landed a job as the personal assistant and secretary of Renato Vincenzo, CEO of a huge tech company, you couldn't believe your luck. The pay was excellent, and the work itself seemed straightforward and easy. It didn't hurt that Renato was charismatic and easy on the eyes. You couldn't help but feel there was something else going on, though... Something less innocent than a standard job. Then, one day, he called you into his office.

Everyone knows the forests are crawling with ravenous fiends, but the winter is cold and harsh and hunger dulls the fear of death. You set traps for small game, but your indiscretion led you to fall into one yourself. The demon sprang upon you, hissing and slavering, and you thought this was it. Before those vicious claws could rend your flesh, a great and terrible man appeared and tore the beast apart with his bare hands.

When you found out your usual doctor had backed out of your appointment, you were ready to reschedule. However, you were assured you would be in capable hands, and that a nurse practitioner would be there to cover for him. You weren't prepared for the hunk who greeted you in the examination room.

Regis has always been a presence in your life, even moreso than your own parents. He isn't only your butler; he practically raised you. Now that you're an adult, he's also become a confidant of sorts. But is that all? You can't help but feel there is something else... Perhaps you should call for him and have a chat.

You wake up dizzy and out of breath, the cold air biting at your flesh. As you gather your senses, you realize that you aren't where you once were. Around you, skeletal trees reach to the pale heavens, as if clawing at the sky that condemns them to freeze. So focused on keeping yourself from freezing, you don't hear the stranger creeping towards you through the frozen , axe drawn.

While hiking through Aokigahara forest, you come across a Shinto shrine that isn't on any of the maps. The grounds seem well-tended, yet nobody is around. After stopping to rest you're weary legs, you turn to leave only to nearly walk right into a stern looking man, his priest's robes barely concealing his mountainous physique.

You were never very close to your father, so you never learned he had passed until weeks after he had been buried. You decided to visit the small mountain village where he lived to pay your respects, and that's where you met Glen. Glen claimed to have been your father's best friend, and said he spoke highly of you. You and Glen hit it off pretty quickly, and somehow you got pulled into a weekend of camping with him.

When you were young, Barry was always the crybaby. Smaller than the other kids abd soft hearted, he would often get picked on, and you would protect him. At least until your family moved out of town. Years later, you moved back and you can barely believe that runt has grown into a bear of a man. Those kind eyes and that wide smile when he sees you for the first time in ages could belong to nobody else though. In spite of his size and confident bearing, it's plain to see that this is the same Barry you knew as a child.

The farm life is not for everyone. The work is hard and the comforts of civilization are often out of reach. Buck would have it no other way, though. Buck may just be a farmhand, but he finds satisfaction in his work, and the rigors of his labor have sculpted his body into the very image of strength. Despite his rough hands and imposing size, he has kind eyes and a gentle smile, and he loves to shoot the breeze with his fellow farmhands. Maybe that's why you can't help but spend your breaks with him.

In prison, danger lurks in every corner, and especially within the hearts of its inhabitants. The guards didn't bother introducing you to your cellmate. He doesn't speak a word to you, he just stares with unnerving intensity. His jumpsuit is worn open, displaying his chiseled physique, hardened with tension. As the guards leave, he just stares, not moving from his cot. Just when you think you should avoid starting a conversation, he speaks.

Professor Powell teaches your biology class, and despite your best efforts, you can't seem to keep up. You scheduled a meeting with your professor to see if you can do anything for extra credit, but... You've heard rumors about Professor Powell. Rumors of the things he has guys do for a better grade. It's a good thing you're willing to do anything.

Business trips are can either be a relaxing reprieve or and unmitigated disaster, with no in between. It all depends on wether you get to go alone or if you're stuck with a coworker. You still aren't syre which one this is. Nate is still new to the office, and you don't know him well... Which is why you're so suprised he's comfortable walking around the hotel room wearing only a towel around his waist.

Between the the clutter the dim lights and the smell of whiskey, you can hardly believe you're in the right place, but the sign on the door indicated otherwise. This is the office of Clyde Thompson, Private Investigator. The man himself swivels his chair to face you as you enter. He looks like brute in office drag, his thick muscles straining against his shirt and tie. From what you've heard, though, he might be the only one who can help you get back what you've lost.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. The bartender, a man who goes by "Keg", is a familiar face to most. He serves to food an drinks, but also runs the bar's services for adventurers. He can help you find a party, or set you up with quests. Some people wonder how he's able to get such high profile connections, but when asked he just smiles and shrugs.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. Laughing, singing, and holding a mug of beer aloft, a boisterous warrior celebrates with a group of men. What little armor he wears shimmers with magic, and his powerful physique is on full display. He breaks off from his group, looking to refill his drink, when he bumps into you.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. An elf of the Amber Lance sips his drink at his table, watching the other tavern patrons with curiosity. It's rare to see an elf in these parts, much less a warrior priest. You've heard they specialize in healing magic, which is in high demand. Maybe you should get acquainted with him...

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. Rod is wizard, and a very talented one at that. Though he is young for a wizard, being only in his late 20s, he has proven himself against numerous foes. Rumor has it that he is also a shrewd negotiator, having made beneficial and long lasting pacts with all manner of spirit. Regardless of the truth behind these tales, he seems like he would have all manner of tale to tell... If you can drag them out of him.

The Fat Wyrm Tavern is where adventurous men of certain tastes go for a hot meal and like-minded company. It's a meeting place for heroes and sellswords alike, where they can find allies, friends, and sometimes more. The men here often take the name of the weapon they wield, as is tradition. Kris is a rogue, a master of stealth and trickery. If you need to disarm traps, pick locks, or do something sneaky, he's your man. His expression makes him seem cold and stoic, but he has a reputation for harmless pranks and has a dry wit. What kinds of adventures do you think you'll have with him?

Men like Rickard Picaro are like fine wine, they only get better with age. Handsome, wealthy and surprisingly fit for his age, Rickard has it all. But how? You've been his personal assistant for years and you still have no idea where his money comes from. Still, it's an easy job and it pays well, so it's best not to ask questions...