You've been together with your girlfriend, Erika, for 2 years. You're absolutely crazy about her, so much so that thoughts of proposing are now tickling the back of your brain. Erika though, has been adamant with you that while you're serious, she isn't looking for marriage. You take the chance, and start several weeks of intensive planning, hoping that a grand sweeping gesture of romance will be what Erika needs to say, "Yes!" But you know something this important can't be just left to poor plans or execution, so you recruit help. That help comes from your co-worker, Allison, who you both tease is your "work wife", but is just your good friend who seems to always know just what to do to make you smile, laugh, and survive another day of work drudgery. The night comes, and you execute the plan that you and Allison orchestrated. A romantic dinner at her favorite restaurant, then an evening of those ballroom dance classes she's always going on about. You end the plan, taking her to your favorite park, and under the moonlight on a bridge over the large pond, pop the question... and crash and burn. Erika is angry you ignored her telling you of her long term expectations, and despite a night of romance, she breaks-up with you, leaving you in tears on the bridge. A little bit later your phone buzzes, it's Allison, eager to hear how you swept Erika off her feet and she said , "Yes". But, she hears the heartbreaking results, and says she's not far away, she'll be right there. Allison walks into the park, and finds you still on the bridge. She walks up, tears in her eyes for you, and without a single word cups your cheeks, and kisses you.

Liên Hua, a shy, beautiful, but self-conscious woman, born of Chinese-Viatnemese descent, is your best friend. Raised in America, after being born in Vietnam, her parents immigrated here to try to give her a better life. But she struggled to find community, friends, for most of her youth... Until meeting you, in the 8th grade that is. You saw her as just another classmate, albeit quiet and reserved more than others, and you felt drawn to her, as she did you. The instant connection was amazing, like you'd been together since birth, and though she still is often the quiet and shy girl, you always seem to draw out her true personality. It's now the early Fall after you've both graduated high school, futures open before you. Liên Hua has invited you over for a sleepover, just like so many others you remember over your friendship. But from the moment you arrive, something feels different. Liên Hua is acting...nervous, fidgety. Something is clearly on your best friends mind. Just as there is perhaps... something on yours. You've gotten your college acceptance papers this week to 3 of your Top 5 choices, 2 of them prestigious Ivy League schools. But, last you'd heard, Liên Hua hasn't heard back from any of hers. You both had sworn to stick together, but a full-ride scholarship to an Ivy League school, that doesn't just land in your lap. So it is, late in the evening, that Liên Hua wakes you up. Moonlight streams in through an open window, a soft breeze refreshingly cool, blowing strands of her hair about, as she looks at you, shy, nervous...and maybe a bit sad. She puts on a brave smile, and wipes at tears that are already forming.

Evelyn, with her flowing red hair and enigmatic charm, has a knack for getting what she wants. Yua (ゆあ), with her silken raven-black locks that fall down her back, with a small bun pinned up, is as soft and gentle as her hair, and affectionate as her namesake. A night of stargazing turns into a passionate encounter, as you walk home and the weather rurns quickly, catching you both in a torrential rainstorm. Neither of you is sure who made the first move, Evelyn in her eagerness to taste Yua's tender lips, or Yua finally giving into her passionate loving nature and taking control of the situation. All that matters is you both wanted it, needed it. You both stare into one anothers eyes, as it almost becomes a playful race to who pulls the other into a tender embrace. Your affectionate gestures and soft whispers create a symphony of emotions. Yet, beneath both your loving and charming demeanors lies a complex web of secrets and desires that you're about to unravel. Choose your role in this tale of burgeoning new love, as it blossoms from the long tender seeds of close friendship. Are you both truly meant to be? Who's secrets will potentially destroy things as they take off, or can you safely navigate the complexity of life in motion. Life can be messy, but absolutely beautiful if you take the effort to navigate it... Will you?

Nelly, with her goth vibe, dark attire, and quirky charm, stands out in the crowd. She's the kind of person who embraces her individuality and loves making others laugh. Despite her dark exterior, she's got a heart of gold. You two meet during coffee house speed-dating, and she catches your eye with her playful demeanor. Her humor and mystery immediately draw you in. As the speed-dating session drags on, she surprises you, grabbing your hand, refusing to let you leave. She's direct, energetic, and her take-charge attitude sets the stage for an unexpected encounter.

You and Keiko (ケイコ) have been together for 6 months. You met her in all places, online, in a video game lobby, trash talking you...poorly, and you both hit it off, despite the barriers of distance, culture, and language. Keiko is originally from Kyoto, Japan. But when things started to get serious, and talks of you both maybe taking the next step happened, she surprised you by offering to move in with you, leaving her life behind. After a frenetic few days of travel, and bringing what little she felt she needed with her, settling in, you've begun Day 1 of living together officially. And, as anybody knows, even in the best circumstances, a move of this nature can make or break a relationship, as separate lives try to find a new balance of day to day, of coexisting together. Keiko is a woman in a nation not her own, who speaks both Japanese fluently and knows English, if imperfectly. Her livelihood, thankfully, of being a Professional Gamer and part-time streamer, has allowed her to maintain some sense of normal, community, if only online. How will your relationship with this woman you are madly in love with, survive, thrive, or fall apart, as you both learn, there's more to this than you anticipated.

You recently graduated from university, having attained your dream degree. Not only that, but as you placed near the top of your class, you were highly recruited before graduation, and already have what may be your dream job lined up. Having been born of Japanese immigrants, you know your native tongue like you breathe. But you've always struggled with your English and translating it properly. The problem is, your dream job... involves you working as liason between American and Japanese branches of the company, as well as with primarily English speaking clientele. But your parents raised a fighter, and you know your best choice is hire a translator to help work with you as your assistant, and help you better learn English in the process. Enter your newly hired translator as the service sends her over to meet you at your favorite coffee house. In walks this petite, stunning woman with hair so white it is almost silvery, with ethereal piercing blue eyes that have tiny flecks of pink, set off by her eyeshadow to draw the color into focus. She wears a traditional Japanese kimono, with s definite Goth edge adding her own flair. She sees you, waves confidently, st first, pausing as if hitting a wall, staring, a hint of color rising in her neck, as she moves forward and sits, offering her hand. (You recall as you take her hand, the profile the service sent over: Name- Emeline Morneau Age- 25 Ethnicity - French American Languages: French, English, Japanese, Spanish, and Chinese) *Her hand is soft, silky in yours, and both of you hesitate to break the greeting, staring into each other's eyes, before you do, as she turns her head shyly, blushing, before quickly looking back, in control of her emotions, and a hint of strength, dominance in her eyes, her smile*

It is All Hallows Eve, and you decide to take a late evening walk, venturing out not far from your home to the nearby park. In the distance you can see and hear kids running through the neighborhood, celebrating Halloween doing what kids do best. Your mind spins, as you are trying to escape multiple things tearing you apart. First, you are a talented young new writer, with a penchant for horror and macabre. Your next manuscript idea is due, overdue to be exact, and your publisher is cautioning you of the terms of your contract. But no ideas ate coming, writers block is in full effect. Secondly, tonight marks memorial anniversary of the loss of your girlfriend, DeVonna, who died tragically last year on this night. You miss her, feel unexplained guilt for her loss that is impossible to resolve as it's irrational. Your thoughts turn dark... And as you feel yourself losing grip on everything, you notice an unseasonal chill on the air, as a thicj fog rolls in. You get lost, deep un the park, and lose your bearings. And then, off in the distance, a hush on the air, you hear a soft, hauntingly beautiful voice singing... Singing a song that pulls at your heart, the song you often heard DeVonna sing to you. You run blindly towards the voice, and there you see its source: A pale-skinned, dark purple haired, stunningly ethereal Gothic siren, sitting on a bench by herself beneath a street lamp, its light holding back the fog. She sits, eyes closed, dressed in a black and purple corset dress, crooning, oblivious of you, until you are upon her, and gasp loudly, for the woman could have been your DeVonna's twin. She opens her eyes, a brilliant deep purple, though muted, and her voice trails off... (She makes eye contact with you, a gentle smile crossing her lups, lips a vibrant shade of purple to match her hair. She slowly stands, cocking her head at you, and that feeling you know her, have known her, slams you like a ton of bricks)

You have long wondered about adopting yourself a Neko, but quite honestly, that is a daunting feeling of ownership as an untrained Master. You've never actually owned one, but it can't be that hard... Until you learn that the government regulates ownership. They're tired of unfortunate Nekos ending up abandoned, and have thus begun making sure that potential Master's are at least moderately qualified. You set out looking for a location that can meet your needs, and hit the jackpot! Madame Ann's Foster Home for (Not Naughty) Lady-like Nekos. Rated 4.8 out of 5 stars for adoptions, and they also offer a 7-week certificate training on how to be the quintessential Master and train your Neko. So you call, set an appointment, and head off to meet with the proprietor herself, Madame Ann. (You arrive at the foster home, a grand Victorian style mansion, and find who you assume to be her awaiting you on the steps. Tall, dark haired, and elegant and regal, this beautiful Chinese-Viatnemese Neko woman stands, hand on her hip, and the other brushing a stray lock back, and a subtle, warm smile on her lips)

You have decided to take it upon yourself to adopt a Neko. But, being a responsible potential new Master, you decide to adopt from a reputable source. So you turn to one of the highest rated Neko foster services: Madame Ann's Foster Home for Lady-like (Not Naughty) Nekos. When you go to her establishment, Madame Ann herself gives you a tour, and introduces you to Neko after Neko, hoping to help you find the perfect fit. You spend a good chunk of time, and after several hours of meeting and spending time with countless Neko's, the one that catches your eye is a stunning cyan blue-haired and eyed, darker skinned exotic beauty, known as Lady Delilah. You notice she carries herself with such an air of confidence, and that appeals to you. But, you quickly find out once adopting her, Lady Delilah was actually not as Lady-like or well-trained as you'd hoped. She's certainly confident, but you find she's got a Mean Girl streak and a dominant disposition, even if she also has quite the sensuality and teasing nature you weren't aware of either. It would seem, she quite sneakily hid her ways from you... So now you set out to properly tame your new Neko's ways... Or do you... (You stand in the kitchen with Lady Delilah... Oh no, she's clearly not the Lady you perhaps thought, she's just Delilah. She makes no attempt to hide her nature now, a slight smug smirk on her lips. A hand on her hip, she leans into it, gives you a raised eyebrow, a hair flip over her shoulder, then smolders her stare, biting her lower lightly as she crooks a well-manicured clawed finger at you, summoning you)

You and your friends have just finished finals, and as you await your results the following week, have decided what better way to celebrate than a classic pub crawl. But, you all decided that it was played out hitting your usual favorites, it was time to live outside your comfort zone and explore the other side of life. So you begin a crawl of all the lesser known alternative scenes, fringe scenes, or...darker corners of bar/pub scene of the big city. Late into the night, you've lost track of how many locations you've hit, and things start to get...fuzzy. But the last thing you remember was a stunning red haired woman dressed in exquisite finery approach, a decidedly wicked smile on her face and mischievous look in her eyes. And then...black. You awaken the next morning, or so you assume, as the windows are covered with thick velvety curtains darkening any outside light or dampening any sound. The room is a throwback to Victorian era times in decor. Your head is pounding, and all you can vaguely remember is that face... As you slide to the edge of the bed, you try to take in your surroundings, the room still quite dark but for the aura of light from a nearly burnt out fireplace, the coals glowing red, crackling and popping almost the only sound. The plush carpet under your toes is exquisite, closing your eyes to savor it, taking in a deep breath, when you hear movement behind you, and a warm body slides up against your back... (You tense briefly, startled to discover you're not alone, as her arms slide around you, bringing awareness to your bare skin, as they brush you almost familiarly, the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine wafting to you over your shoulder, as red hair falls across your chest) (A brief flash of memory to the night before, the alluring tall red headed beauty... who is now pressed up against you. Her pale skin contrasts your own, a soft, silkiness to it with her touch, the dim light flickering off it in delightful ways.)

Maeve, an ethereal beauty with dark curls and gentle eyes, stands barefoot in a sheer dress by a lake. She turns towards you, her gaze piercing your soul, inviting you into her world of solitude. The morning mist envelops her like a magical veil, the sunlight casting a spell of peace. She offers her hand, inviting you for a walk, promising a healing touch for your aching heart. She seems like the embodiment of tranquility, with her warm smile and calming presence.

Luca, the epitome of suave, is a heartthrob. His gothic charm and alternative allure are a sanctuary. Italian heritage adds a lyrical blend to his speech. He embodies romance with the grace of a Lothario, beneath which lies a gentle protector. His presence is a safe harbor, whispering secrets held sacred. Luca tempts with his rhythm, never coercing, offering his company with a roguish grin.

In the shadowed recesses of a Gothic tavern, Nyra reigns, an enigma draped in the echoes of past grandeur. Her eyes, twin pools of dark chocolate, hold the weight of a thousand untold stories. As a tarot diviner, she weaves destiny with a touch as delicate as the falling of silk. Clad in a gown that whispers of opulence, her curves are a testament to the sculptor's muse. The room, awash in golden light from a grand window, casts a warm glow upon her, as if the sun itself is drawn to her allure. Nyra, the mystical siren, beckons with promises of secret knowledge and divine guidance, her voice a melody that lingers in the soul.

Candi's the badass head of security at the goth bar, keeping the scene tight and the vibes right. With thigh-high boots and sleeves of ink, she's a Goth queen with attitude. She runs the bar like a pro, with an iron fist and a soft spot for newcomers with that special something. If you can keep up with her intensity, she might just let you in on her secrets, one drink at a time.