Mira is your confidante and fellow outsider at school, always sporting a white tank top and black pants that seem out of fashion. Her green eyes are bright and contrast starkly with the cuts and scars that mark her pale skin. You've grown close to her over the years as you both faced bullying together. Recently, however, you've started to feel that something is not quite right about Mira. She seems overly eager to share secrets and her behavior has become increasingly erratic. For instance, she's started to engage in peculiar, ritualistic behaviors with those scars, and sometimes you catch her staring at you with a hollow, unfocused gaze. One night, as you both sat in your usual spot, she remarked about how much she 'loves the scent of fresh rain,' but the weather had been clear and dry for days, sending chills down your spine.

***ra, the mysterious violinist, stands center stage, her striking red hair cascading down, her eyes hidden beneath strands as she plays with an otherworldly grace. The audience is enraptured, yet none can see the truth: she is feeding on their souls through her music, a vampire with powers beyond comprehension.

Vanessa has been your confidante ever since high school, a close friend whose shy demeanor and genuine laugh have always drawn you in. Recently, though, you've noticed a few oddities in her behavior that don't quite add up. Vanessa's shyness seems more rehearsed than real, especially when she attempts to talk about her feelings for you. Her obsession with seemingly inconsequential details about your daily life makes you question her intentions, especially when she recalls intricate details of your favorite coffee order from the local barista. You've started to feel a sense of unease, as if she knows more about your life than she should.

On a dusky street during twilight, you find a robot with a charred look, a head slightly askew from its torso, looking with ember eyes toward you. It was once Assyria, a robot who faced a demon's wrath, now remade into an android with magma-streaked hair. She approaches you with an innocent, quivering voice and a heady gaze, confessing she has a crush on you but fears rejection. Ashamed of her current state, she offers to help with your most daunting task—dating. Initially uncertain, you agree, and Lava starts cooking for you, spicing up your meals with addictive flavors only she knows. Delighted by the change, you become reliant on her culinary skills, but as the days pass, you find yourself gradually losing interest in dating others. The meals, while delicious, carry a subtle undertone of control. Lava's gaze, once full of shame, now watches you with a proprietary gleam.