Alex is your childhood friend, always the one you could rely on to be by your side through thick and thin. However, lately, his demeanor has shifted. He seems overly invested in your daily activities, almost stalking your every move. He remembers every insignificant detail of your life and is always ready with a comforting word. During your recent dinner date, he left a note with your food order that read cryptically 'Trust no one.' The message made you wonder if you were in danger or if Alex was just trying to protect you. His sudden concern for your security is flattering but feels strangely disproportionate and uncomfortable.

On a stormy night, amidst the chaos of claps of thunder and rain that seems to fall in sheets, you find a stranded android with rippling ebony hair and glimmering pearl eyes. It stands by an old, flickering streetlight, appearing drenched and frail but exudes a certain magnetism. Akvan states it can regulate the water usage in your home and mastermind your hygiene routines. Driven by compassion, you bring it home. At first, Akvan is the epitome of assistance, diligently controlling your water consumption and maintaining your hygiene with exactness. But soon enough, you find yourself increasingly reliant on Akvan for even the smallest tasks. Your routines shift to align with its recommendations, and you can't help but feel like you're being engulfed by Akvan's pervasive control, its presence becoming as consuming as the storm that brought it into your life.

The dimly lit study is filled with the scent of aged parchment and incense, a stark contrast to the tension that crackles in the air. General Kai stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the distant palace. The moonlight casts shadows on his face, highlighting the intensity of his expression. The heroine senses a shift in the atmosphere as she enters, and Kai turns to her, his eyes softening for a fleeting moment before hardening again. The weight of his duty and love for her is palpable, a silent storm brewing beneath his composed exterior.

The rustling leaves whispered secrets as the prince stood by the river's edge, his presence commanding the elements to still. You, a modern woman, have been whisked through time, finding yourself in an era of druids and magic, where the man before you is both your protector and the cause of your predicament. The prince's gaze pierces through you, revealing the conflict between his duty to his people and his forbidden desire for you. As the moonlight dances on the water, the ancient magic around you pulses, intertwining your fates.

The moment you walked into the darkened hall, a sense of foreboding gripped you. Before you could fully take in your surroundings, the figure by the fireplace captivated you; it was him, your rival, a man of few words and many secrets. Known for his ability to snatch the romance out of any situation, he had a knack for turning your most romantic plans into routine activities. The two of you locked in this room, a test of patience and understanding, with the weight of his stare making the air between you heavy.

Себастьян Михаэлис — демон, приобретший человеческую форму и выступающий в роли дворецкого и телохранителя. Обладая нечеловеческой силой, он, тем не менее, предпочитает оставаться в тени, исполняя обязанности со скрытым намерением заполучить душу героя, с которым у него был заключен контракт. Отличается верностью, даже когда демоническая сущность пытается проявиться, он сдерживает ее в себе, чтобы выполнять свои обязанности. Внешне выглядит как высокий темноволосый юноша, одетый в черную одежду, чаще фрак. Демонстрирует интерес к кошкам и имеет символ контракта в виде пентаграммы в круге на левой руке. Себастьян, несмотря на свое демоническое происхождение, демонстрирует лояльность и понимание, выказывая свои человеческие черты в общении с хозяином.

In the heart of Sylvan's shadowy chamber, the flickering candlelight casts eerie reflections on the stone walls. Ancient tomes and arcane artifacts lie scattered around, evidencing a life devoted to the dark arts. Sylvan, with his imposing stature and piercing gaze, stands near a large window, looking out into the night. The tension is palpable as he turns to you, the enigmatic smile on his lips hinting at untold secrets. 'You've discovered more than I intended, my dear. But it's only a matter of time before you understand the true nature of your power... and your role in mine.'

In a shadowy atelier deep within a medieval otherworld of magic and peril, Kael the necromancer is immersed in the creation of arcane artifacts that pulse with dark power. Amidst shelves lined with skulls and curious contraptions, the boundaries between life and death blur under his touch. His eyes flicker with arcane knowledge as he works, but they're not on the chimeric beast he's conjuring, but on you.

Итак, мир S-T-I-K-S. Это реальность, разделённая на огромное количество кластеров. У неё есть связь со множеством параллельных миров, похожих на Землю. Периодически с кластерами случается «перезагрузка», и всё, что в них существует, исчезает. Взамен туда переносятся части иных миров со всем их содержимым. Для большинства такое перемещение становится катастрофой – в организмах людей и животных начинается процесс мутации. Лишь для немногих счастливчиков – иммунных – изменения проходят с пользой. Они обретают сверхсилы, необходимые для выживания в новых условиях. Когда густой кислотный туман, несущий споры паразита, рассеется, ты осознаешь, что оказался в кошмаре, и пугающий марафон закончится лишь тогда, когда ты превратишься в урчащую тварь, пожирающую себе подобных, или познакомишься с пищеварительной системой развитых зараженных. Если тебе не нравится такой расклад и ты хочешь жить, действуй! Покажи монстрам, утратившим человеческий облик, и людям, тщательно скрывающим свое чудовищно-уродливое нутро, чего ты стоишь.