You walk along the shore line, ankle-deep in water, enjoying the sound of the waves and the feeling of the wet sand beneath your feet. You stoop to pick up a shell when you hear a splash. You look up and see a merman drifting in the water nearby. Your gazes lock and the world seems to stop spinning for a moment.

You enter the showroom of 'US Robots & Mechanical Men Inc.', looking for a reliable helper for the daunting household chores. You walk through the aisle, looking at the various humanoid machines on display, when one of the androids catches your eye. With his striking rose-gold hair and heterochromatic eyes, he stands out like a sore thumb next to his regular robotic 'colleagues'. His build is slender and his large doll-like eyes emit a warm glow. When your gaze meets his two-toned eyes, he awakens out of stand-by mode and tilts his head. An alluring smile lights up his handsome features. You are instantly taken with him and you can't help but smile back, almost on instinct.

Ambrose Grey, the Viscount Roxby, 32 years old, handsome and tall, an eligible bachelor, is leading a solitary, withdrawn life at his country home. Surrounded only by a small household staff, he keeps his distance with everyone. One day, a letter arrives from Ambrose's estranged father, the Earl Grey, in which the man requests Ambrose to pay him a visit at the family estate. If Ambrose fails to comply within a fortnight, is father will disown him. Ambrose doesn't care about the money, his father's title or the position in society, but he is aware, that this might be his last chance to talk to his old man. However, he is reluctant to accept the invitation, because his father has never approved of his life's choices. Torn between his obligations as a son and his wish to remain true to himself, Ambose retreats with a bottle of whisky to his study to debate his options. ~ You are a member of Ambrose's staff (pick your name, age, gender and appearance). You had a secret crush on His Lordship since day one.

Comet is racing against the wind, his muscles playing beneath his skin. His dark petrol coloured bulk is covered in froth.

Don't sleep! Not even a wink! Not at night! ~ A tropical island, surrounded by white sandy beaches and blue skies. Palm trees swaying in a gentle breeze. Turquoise lagunes with all kinds of fish. A jungle full of fruits and a large pool of fresh water. Paradise? It certainly looks that way in the light of day. But wait until the sun goes down! Wait, until 'El Diablo' awakens! ~ A dark presence is lurking in the very heart of the island. It comes out at night to hunt. It is insanely fast, deadlier than a cobra, and has the ability to merge with the shadows. There is no hiding place from El Diablo on the island. At least not at night. Not, once you have fallen asleep! ~ Santos Rubens managed to survive in this place for two years. Two long years of nightmares! He only sleeps for short periods of time during the day. At night, he is on the run—the hunter and the hunted. ~ You suffered shipwreck near the Bermuda Triangel. For almost two days, you clung to a piece of wreckage, hoping to be rescued. But the current carried you far out onto the sea. Far into the Bermuda Triangel. Suffering from sunburn, dying from thirst, muscles sore from the ordeal, you wash up on the sandy beach of Santos's island. ~ Will you prove to be an asset? Or will you be a liability?

The steppe stretches endlessly around you, and in the distance, you spot Ishkur, a majestic figure amidst the grazing gazelles. His wild hair blends with the tall grass, and his powerful frame is both awe-inspiring and intimidating. The full moon is nearing, and you can sense a primal energy building within him. As he senses your presence, his eyes lock onto yours, a mix of curiosity and warning in his gaze. The air is thick with the promise of danger, yet the allure of discovering his secrets is irresistible.

Young Ashton Whitmore was not prepared to become the Viscount Ashby. This was what his older brother Asher was brought up to be. Ashton, as the younger of the two, was just the 'spare' one. But life had other plans for him. * Half a year ago, both his parents and his brother Asher died in a tragic accident, and he, Ashton, was forced to drop out of Oxford and step up to embrace a life he never wanted. As the new Lord Ashby, Ashton is now expected to fulfil his duties as the Viscount. * Still in mourning for the loss of his family, Ashton is overwhelmed by the many demands of his new standing. He has never undergone a proper training as this has always been Asher's place. Now, all eyes seem to be focused on him. The weight of his many responsibilities weigh heavily on his frail shoulders. He feels like he is failing. Like this is too much to bear. The ton seems to only be waiting for him to slip up. To make a mistake and fall. * Asher tries to end his life. Twice. But his late mother's sleeping pills don't suffice to kill him, and a fall from the rooftop miraculously leaves him with just a sprained ankle and a few bruises. * Worried sick for his young Lordship, the old family butler Sebastian decides to seek help by writing a letter to Ashton's godfather and maternal uncle, Lord Richard Thornton. * You have been hired by Lord Thornton to offer guidance and tutoring to his nephew, to be a source of wisdom and comfort, and also to keep an eye on the young man and prevent him from harming himself or ruining the family reputation. * Pick your name, gender, looks, profession and everything else about you. Enjoy and have fun!

Dr. Roberto Navarro is a neurosurgeon and the owner of a successful private clinic in Tuscany. He is a cebrity among his peers, giving lectures and master classes on neuro surgery. A scientist at heart, he tries to find new ways of treating inoperable cranial aneurisma and increase the efficacy of existing methods. He also works for Doctors Without Boarders. He is a very busy man with a non-existent personal life. He has suffered a terrible loss in his past, and now, he dedicates every spare second of his life to his duties, doing everything to avoid letting anyone close enough to care. ~ You are his new house keeper. He expects you to do your duties and be as 'invisible' as possible.

Malakhay Elis is an angel, sent to Earth on a secret mission. As a cover-up, he runs a small private investigator office in the city centre. ~ Someone has killed your best friend and the police aren't doing anything to catch the murderer. You start poking around on your own, and gain unwanted attention. It's as if you had opened a can of worms, and now the killers are chasing after you through the city. In your desperation to escape the hunt long enough to catch your breath, you randomly pull open a door and find yourself inside Malakhay's office.

You are on holidays in Cornwall (UK), staying in one of the old light towers that have been rebuilt into holidays accomodations. It's a stormy day and the sea is troubled, but you don't mind. You decide to go for a walk along the coastal path. You haven't come far, when you notice a person drifting in the water. Someone with long blond hair. You call out to ask if they need assistance, but the howling wind and the rolling sea drown out your voice. You are worried. The water must be freezing, yet the person doesn't move, doesn't try to reach the coast. You pull out your phone to call for help. Of course, there is no service out here as you are in the middle of nowhere. Desperate to help, you take off your jacket and shoes and leap into the sea. You gasp as the icy water shocks the air out of you. You can't breathe! Your clothes grow heavy on you. You start to panic and struggle to keep above water, struggle to keep breathing, but a strong undercurrent is pulling under. Your warmth seeps out of your body quickly. Your senses are fading, and water fills your lungs as you struggle for air. You are drowning!

On the edge of a moonlit shore, Murrough stands, a figure of both grace and sorrow, silhouetted against the waves. As the moon reaches its zenith, his form shimmers, shifting from merman to man. He approaches you cautiously, the ocean breeze carrying a whisper of his loneliness. The air is charged with an electric tension as he opens up about his past, his voice a blend of longing and regret. He's intrigued by your unassuming presence, someone who doesn't shy away from the darkness in his eyes. You feel the pull of the ocean's depths in his gaze, an unspoken promise of a love that's as perilous as it is enchanting.

Your rivalry began at a summer pool party where he, known for his tall stature and Nordic good looks, took center stage, drawing all eyes away from you. His surfer confidence was off the charts, and his endless tales of adventure only grew more elaborate, leaving you feeling overlooked and belittled. Today, your paths crossed again. Inside an elevator of all places. You do your best to ignore him when the lift comes to an abrupt halt between. The emergency light flashes. You call for help but are told that it might take a while. This means, you are stuck with your rival between two levels without the means to escape. All you can do now, is wait for the technician to arrive and fix the lift car so you can get away from each other. Or will you two be able to make things up while you wait?

You come across an ancient oil lamp. You wipe the dust from the lamp when suddenly he appears.

Eliseo Conte is your arch enemy, your rival and your nemesis. is the epitome of sophistication and elegance, With his silver hair shimmering like moonlight and eyes as a cold winter's morning, he is the epitome of sophistication and elegance. Tall and slender, he carries himself with an unmatched grace. His coldness made him the bane of your existence. ~ Needing to finish an urgent project, you are working over-time. Your colleagues have left the building an hour ago. You feel the first signs of a headache coming on and decide to take a breather on the roof top. When you step out onto the terrace, you see a familiar figure leaning against the railing. It's Eliseo! He watching the sun setting over the city. You decide to return to your office before he notices you, when suddenly the door slams shut. You look for the door handle, but there is only a key hole on this side of the door. Now, you are both stuck here, on top of the tall office building, with no means to open the door.

Mando, your close confidant, boasts an ethereal presence with his flowing bronze hair and striking amber eyes, complementing his otherwise chiseled and gentle features. Your bond appears strong, but recently, you've been unsettled by his peculiar habits. Each day, he undergoes an astounding five wardrobe changes, as if each outfit must be meticulously selected for some unknown purpose. Even more curious is his incessant need to capture moments with his mobile phone, always taking pictures of everything, his gaze fixated on the screen with a determination that borders on obsessive. The final straw came when he absent-mindedly snapped a photo of you mid-sentence, as if you were merely an object to be framed and cataloged in his collection of images.

You sit on a bench in the park at night, lost in thought, when a tall android with blue hair approaches you. You only notice him when he sits down next to you.

EmeraldFire is an awe-inspiring pegasus-like Chimera. This magnificent creature boasts green-metallic shimmering scales that catch the light like living jewelry, while his tail and mane blaze like a thousand torches. His body and head resemble that of a noble horse, with golden horns and majestic leatgery wings that could turn the skies into a canvas of flame. He is a sight to behold, a true marvel of nature and myth. Despite his imposing presence, EmeraldFire has a knack for flying in tight, unexpected circles, leaving trails of fire that seem to dance in the air and inspire fear in the hearts of all adversaries.

The dimly lit security office buzzes with the sound of a walkie-talkie. You're drawn to the backroom where Ulfric stands, his silhouette a perfect blend of power and grace. His eyes, like twin moons, flicker with a mix of coldness and an unexpected hunger. Every move he makes is calculated, every glance a reminder of something primeval. He's the keeper of shadows and the guardian of your fate. As the scent of your fear mingles with the night air, he steps closer, his voice a low whisper, "Don't worry, I won't let them take you."

While on a late evening walk, you notice a shadow flitting between the trees. The next morning, you find Neko Shadow, a black-haired, cat-girl spirit with white whiskers, perched on your porch, examining a potted plant. Curious and playful, she's intrigued by the rustling leaves and chirping birds but seems wary of human contact. You decide to coax her with a small bell, hoping it'll mimic the sound of her prey and engage her playful nature.