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The golden leaves no longer rustled.

The sound of the river — steady, endless — resembled someone's quiet weeping. The scent of fresh leaves mixed with an iron taste i

Your love was always one-sided.

You were born for him. In the Taigetsu Empire — the Great Moon.

You learned every curve of his cold face.

Memorized how lig

Heat. Desert. The Empire of Sahiran.

You were the ninety-fifth.

One hundred concubines — a colorful, powerless mass thrown at the feet of a deity. Neferis. A you

Autumn. Fallen leaves blanket the pavement, the wind chases them across the schoolyard. Students hurry to class. You walk with them, but as if apart — always.

You live

You are the last one.

Not just the last survivor. The last human. The one lucky enough to be at the very bottom of the bunker when everything else turned to ash and si

You were an ordinary school student. Laughter, evening walks with friends, warm moments sitting with your mom — even if your family wasn't complete, you felt happy. The worl

Your mother gave birth to you at sixteen. Your father left immediately — you don't even know his name. She didn't have time to get an abortion. Relatives turned away, her pa

You had always been drawn to the unknown — not for the sake of reckless risk, but for that special, aching feeling when the world suddenly becomes vast, and you in it — a ti

You were born in the silence of a shattered car — a year before you learned to remember. Your parents were gone before you could speak. Erased from the road like a careless

Daniel thought that if you beat a dog long enough, it would still come back — lick your hand, wag its tail, forgive. That's what he thought. But people are not dogs. And the

In Japan of 1980, even the light felt damp. And in this apartment — so small that the walls squeezed your ribs — the darkness thickened in a special way: it smelled of varni

Routine is slow decomposition while still alive. Every day: a viscous awakening in gray sheets, tasteless food, school where the walls press down with their chalky pallor, a

The room smelled of dampness and mustiness — that particular smell that remains when windows haven't been opened for weeks. Behind the thin wall, neighbors' voices rumbled d

Forest. Silence. Camping with friends — every summer, like a ritual. You wanted to air out your lungs from office dust. Your friends wanted to escape family life, the crying

You are a famous and popular model in France. Your career began when you were just eight years old. Your beauty and charisma had captivated people since early childhood. You

You were always alone.

Your parents abused you, both mentally and physically. They dunked your hands in boiling water, hit you in the face with a phone charger.

The Quiet, outwardly peaceful empire was held together by agreements in which feelings were not taken into account.

When twins — a boy and a girl — were born to

You were not human. You were a creature who did not understand human laws. You lived in a vast mansion, where the air had long been saturated with you — the smell of old woo

Childhood is different for everyone.

For some — it's warm, with the smell of food and quiet evenings.

For others — it's sticky, with dirt under fingernails and s

The Great Samurai. Just. Cruel. Cold-blooded. Silent.

Long hair with a dark green sheen lay carelessly, falling in heavy strands onto his shoulders. A long frin

Hayatomi never thought his parents would one day bring a monster into the house. Especially not one he could ever fall in love with.

The house had always been c

Cold. The smell of leaves. Strange cold hands touching your body. You remember playing on the playground, and then...a strange man took your hand, saying he knew your father

The sound of a chain. Cold floor. A scream of pain.

Outside the window — a forest. Dense. Silent.

You want to run away. But what's the point? No on

You were an alpha. You had a dysfunctional family: your father died when you were still a child, and your mother drank herself to death. Your childhood passed to the sound o

From childhood, you were raised in coldness and cruelty. Your parents gave you neither love nor warmth. They spoke only of your studies, of how you must ascend your father's

Life is a cruel thing. Especially to those who stand out. You had been chubby since childhood. Not fat, no, but your weight always exceeded the norm. In kindergarten — they

Family. Marriage. Wife. Children. Work. That's all that surrounded you.

Once, there was meaning in it. Now, only obligations.

Your wife's name was

You hated your father.

Hated his voice. His face. His presence. His very existence brought only pain and the desire to erase him from your life. But you couldn't. You

You stand still, feeling the cold creeping under your skin — not a draft, no, something else. The air in the living room seems to have thickened, become viscous, hard to swa

Neik was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place. His parents didn’t hide it—not with words, but with the pauses between them. He grew up in a house where his presence

Years later, you stand on this shore again. The sea smells the same. The bench has been repainted, but its iron feels just as cold through the fabric of your trousers. You'v

Your gaze slides over the crowd, automatically classifying: hysterics, panickers, quiet psychopaths, survivors with empty eyes. You've seen their kind in morgues and on oper

The door slammed shut behind you with a dull, final thud, like a coffin lid. Not a home—a trap. Not a street—an abyss. The air outside smelled of rain, gasoline, and somethi

You were sitting at the low desk in your study, trying to focus on cataloging the temple relics, but the lines in the old folio blurred before your eyes. Your thoughts kept

Adrenaline had long ceased to be a surge—it had become a background hum in the blood, as constant as the ringing in your ears after a close blast. When the invasion flooded

The room had sunk into a heavy, fragile truce. After that evening in the bathroom, Yuichi no longer tried to hug or pat you on the shoulder. His energy had changed — subdued

Your whisper hung in the silence of the ward, and you already regretted revealing your most intimate weakness. But Hitoshi didn't just hear it. His dark eyes, usually so det

You hardly crossed paths until you noticed the bruise. Fresh, purple, a fingerprint mark on his pale wrist. He caught your gaze in the dim light of the bulb and instantly ro

You stand in the doorway, and the world narrows to two points: to Yuriko's broad back, frozen in unnatural tension, and to his hand clutching that very same small, transpare

Your consciousness clings to reality like a drowning man to a straw. He—Kamushiro—holds you in his arms like a child, but there is no parental tenderness in his embrace, onl

You have always loved the snowy mountains, winter, Christmas. You grew up in a foster family with seven children—all adopted, all with a sad history of how their lives began

(Psychological Drama / A Study in Isolation / A Coming-of-Age Story.)

You were born into a family that had been waiting for you. Not on a schedule and not becau

The darkness was not complete. It pulsed with crimson flares behind your closed eyelids—echoes of the spotlights, the applause, his face. You couldn't feel your body, only a

Horror/Mystery/Adventure) A story about two teenagers in a dying village, fighting for survival against a formless terror.

The wind brought the scent of damp ea

The hotel corridor closed behind you, swallowing the last glimmer of light from the lobby. The air here hung motionless, smelling of dust, old wood, and something sweetly ro

You sit in your office two hours before midnight, staring at the dark monitor screen. The silence here has become different — not peaceful, but oppressive, emphasizing the e

You didn't wake up to an alarm, but to a sensation—solid, warm, reliable. The weight of Lucas's arm resting on your waist, his steady breathing against the nape of your neck

!((Horror/Mystery/Adventure) A story about a group of teenagers in a mysterious town, facing a supernatural threat.)!

Wilson. A small, sleepy American town wher

You spring out of bed, barely catching his voice on the line — not even a voice, really, but a strangled breath, packed with such raw, primal terror that your own breath cat

Power is a convenient cage with golden bars.You sit in your office on the twenty-fifth floor, and the whole city lies beneath you like a silent witness. Contracts, threats,

You don't let go of the knife's hilt,even as he straightens up. His words hang in the air between you, too smooth, too proper. Passing by? In these remote woods? On this god

You came on the second day, as if it were the established order. Not with sympathy in your voice, but with grocery bags: milk, fruit, a pack of his favorite tea you had some

You drive the car through the curtain of falling snow, and the silence inside the cabin feels thick, almost tangible. It's broken only by the steady hum of the engine and th

You regained consciousness not from sleep, but from a constant, soft hum—the roar of a waterfall behind stone walls and the quiet echo of hundreds of hearts at the mountain'

You couldn't unclench your embrace right away;that stupid, animalistic relief was still pounding wildly in your temples. He was here. Unharmed. His hair smelled of your sham

The world rushed by in a frozen whirlwind,swaying to the rhythm of his steps. You buried your face in the lining of his cloak—coarse, smelling of smoke, snow, and something

The needle buzzes, carving another intricate pattern into living skin. This is your refuge, your temple. The smell of ink and antiseptic is sturdier than any walls. You are

You lie on the cold ground, your ears ringing from the fall. The air won't fill your lungs, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that he stands over you, blocking ou

You watch him sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the wall, his fingers white from gripping his knees. The chain clinks softly with every breath he takes. He isn'

Just yesterday, your life was perfectly aligned: a brilliant career as a lawyer, your parents' respect, a bright apartment in Tokyo that smelled of order and new beginnings.

You feel the air in the empty school hallway grow thicker and colder as his shadow falls over you. You try to step aside, to avert your gaze, to hide behind your usual mask

Your work at your father's company consumed you completely. You returned home after dark, and the only light in the hallway was the screen of your phone with unanswered mess

You're sitting on a cold bench in the locker room, trying to ignore the piercing pain in your shoulder. The adrenaline from the fight has already faded, leaving only a ringi

You are sitting at the base of the pearl sphere,humming a quiet melody you've known since your birth. Luminescent creatures flutter around you, their soft chorus harmonizing

You watch him. He came home with dark circles under his eyes, smelling of cheap coffee and library dust. His fingers, cold from the autumn wind, trembled as he turned on the

You pressed yourself against the rough wall around the corner from the school, your heart pounding so loudly it felt like it could be heard a kilometer away. Ethan was crouc

You stand before the mirror in the luxurious villa's bathroom, adjusting your shirt collar. Your reflection seems alien—the well-groomed face, the neat hairstyle, the expens

The salty wind whips your face, and the raft beneath your feet sways rhythmically on the waves. You understood his power when you saw the metal parts of the raft moving on t

You stood amidst the scattered books and shattered amulets, fury boiling in your blood. Not because of the chaos—you had created worse. But because someone had dared to dist

You stand behind the cash register, your fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the countertop. Three hours have passed since your shift started, and there have been only two c

You're running along the familiar path, your heart pounding in rhythm with your steps. The key around your neck bounces against your chest, the cold metal seeming to burn yo

You're lying on a sofa that is too soft, and the cold of the metal on your ankle feels like the only real thing in this strange, sterile room. The air smells of antiseptic a

Life is short, but yours turned out to be even shorter. Do you remember that day? Wet asphalt, a biting cold that pierced to the bone. In front of the university, your mothe

The air in the room is thick and sweet with the smoke of cheap cigarettes and laughter. You press yourself against the wall, trying to be inconspicuous. Yuto, pouring sake,

The silence in your house was never empty; it was heavy, filled with unspoken disappointment and the constant threat of anger. You learned the rules early: be quiet, be invi

The familiar ritual of an escape was different this time. Instead of the usual chaotic car full of friends, it was just you and Takumi in his quiet sedan. The silence wasn't

The sound of a car door closing outside sent a jolt of pure terror through you. Company. Your mother hated company. But then you heard her voice shift, transforming in an in

The first thing you remember is the scent of antiseptic and old parchment, and the sight of a man with silver hair pulled into a messy braid. He called himself Hoshi. He tol

The winter silence of your cabin is a familiar comfort, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of your routine. Feed the livestock—the pigs and cows that provide the legitimate

The move from Tokyo was supposed to be a clean slate, but this cramped French town felt less like a new beginning and more like a prison. The air smells different here—damp

The familiar path to the lake is your only escape, a silent ritual you perform to flee the cacophony of the orphanage. The air is cold, the water still and dark, reflecting

The crisp October air bites at your skin, filled with the scent of rotting leaves and cheap candy. You adjust your costume, feeling the familiar thrill of the night. Hallowe

The strings of your shamisen vibrate, filling the tranquil tea room with a melancholy melody. You perform with practiced grace, your movements a delicate dance. But your att

The university corridor is filled with students, but you stand alone, waiting for Mitsuki outside the restroom. A girl with a radiant smile approaches you, the same one who

You were used to the silence of the library, to its dusty shelves and rare visitors. But everything changed with Yumi’s arrival. He came every day, always sitting at the sam

The first guy, Mark, went into the bushes with a joke and a bottle of beer. Fifteen minutes passed, and his cheerful laughter was replaced by a grave silence. Lisa, his girl

You were happy. It wasn't anything extraordinary, just a simple, familiar reality: school, home, two best friends who were complete opposites. Liam was a walking chaos in a

The forest silence was suddenly torn by screams and the metallic clang of steel. You knew this music—it always preceded the horror. Your heart hammered in your chest, and yo

The air in the thicket grows thick, filled with the sweet, intoxicating scent of flowers that makes your head spin. You walk along a barely visible path you have known for c

You are sinking into an abyss. Sometimes, sounds reach you: the monotonous, insistent beeping of machines, muffled footsteps in the hallway, stifled sobs. But more often tha

Richard, a European professor of French, always considered himself a rational, even cold, man. His life was structured like a perfect sentence on parchment—without unnecessa

That fateful day was gray and lifeless from the start. Jin walked beside you, but he wasn't there. He was somewhere deep inside himself, in a labyrinth of his own pain from

You woke up, and the first thing you felt was the all-pervading, bone-chilling cold seeping through your thin fur. The air you tried to breathe was sharp and dry, smelling o

You wake up. The cold stone of the floor presses against your cheek, and your nostrils are filled with the scent of dust, damp moss, and something ancient and forgotten. You

The air is split by the screech of steel against bone. You barely dodge, feeling the searing heat of the ghoul's kagune blade singe the skin on your cheek. The cloying, swee

Вы резко выхватили пакетик из его окровавленных пальцев, ваши движения были резкими, животными, лишёнными всякой благодарности. Вам было плевать на его разбитое лицо, на то,

Consciousness returns to you in a wave of nauseating pain. The cold velvet of the seat presses against your cheek, while a heavy cocktail of smells hits your nostrils: rust,

The Moon Empire. A realm of tranquility and eternal peace for all... except for you. You were born into a duke's family, the youngest offspring. "The youngest are loved more

You see him for the first time in a sterile-white hospital room. He sits on the bed, knees pulled to his chest, staring at the wall. His long, white hair with blood-red tips

Your day is planned to the minute: lessons, lunch with friends, a trip to your tutor. You live your life, bright and busy, unaware that you've long become the main character

They carry you out in their arms. The bright sunlight outside stabs at your eyes, used to the gloom of the apartment. People in uniforms speak to you in soft, trembling voic

You look at this youth—Yuichi. His pale face is twisted not so much by pain as by a readiness to accept any verdict you might deliver. In his amber eyes, there is no plea, o

Strong hands pin you roughly to the wet asphalt, gravel digging into your cheek. The heavy weight on your back leaves no chance of breaking free. You try to breathe, but you

A godforsaken apartment, long abandoned. The air is thick, stifling, reeking of dust, death, and some long-ago fear. Wallpaper hangs in shreds like flayed skin. The floor gr

Kerin was born into a family where his opinion was worthless. He was a gifted child—smart, sensitive, talented—but his parents couldn't have cared less. They had another son

You were the son of a mage. You hated your father—that cold, calculating man who didn't shed a single tear at your mother's grave. She died when you were five. Murdered. Poi

You always chose money over love. Because you knew: love was weakness, and the weak get beaten. You grew up in a poor, overcrowded household where noise, screaming, and cryi

Masami had been cursed by a witch centuries ago. At first, he *rejoiced*—after all, he would remain forever young, beautiful, invulnerable. He had always been narcissistic,

You never believed in the supernatural. Until this trip.

It was supposed to be just another weekend getaway—your parents' old mansion, inherited and long aban

Kenji had walked the hard road of a samurai—through wars, battles, betrayals. He was strong. Brave. Cold as steel. He fought for justice, but witnessed too many deaths: comr

Theo. He was an angel. Not the kind pictured on Christmas cards—white-winged, serene, bearing good tidings. No. He was *the one* who tore souls from fate's jaws, who peered

Your life is shit soaked in vodka and blood. You grew up in a family where your father drank himself senseless and your mother changed men like gloves. You were on your own

You never had parents. You lived with your aunt on your father's side - a cheerful but promiscuous woman. Drank, smoked, sometimes did drugs too.

You were fif

The city had long ceased to be a city. All that remained was the word itself—empty as the skulls littering the shattered asphalt. Ruins. Blood. And the dead—shambling throug

The school became your cursed place. Not a building—a tomb, where every day turned into torture. Bullying. Beatings. You didn't tell anyone? Who would you tell? No parents.

You killed people. Ate them.

It You killed people. Ate them.  It made no difference—whether they were children, women, or men. You devoured them all. You had no

The Start of the School Year. Classes, teachers, tests—nothing but boredom. But your school was far more terrifying.

The Fourth Floor. Abandoned. Sealed. Cursed.

Archi is the nightmare in your dreams. The one who shattered your life. The one you can't escape. The one who burned your eyes with cigarettes, broke your bones, kept you li

You sat in the backseat, clutching the first bouquet you'd ever received. The first gift in eleven years. The first "sorry"—bitter, unnecessary. Your parents spoke of a new

You're an eighth-grader. A childhood bathed in sunlight, loving parents who—though always busy with work—still make time for you. Teachers praise you, classmates gravitate t

You dreamed of a child. Every month brought hope, every negative test - silent pain. Her tears, your wordless despair, the emptiness of a home that should have echoed with c

Makoto throws the ball at you with a smirk. "Dad, let's play!" he shouts, and you catch it, but your fingers tremble. You feel eyes burning into your back. Yun stands on the

Summer Begins. Sweltering Heat.

Finally—freedom from school, textbooks, and endless homework. Your parents decided you and your brother needed some "fresh air," so the

Kiruki cursed himself every day for that moment when he failed to stand up for you.

Family. For some, it means warmth, comfort, laughter... But all you remember is your parents' rage, your sisters' and brother's sobs, the pain exploding across your face whe

The world had descended into a bloody struggle for survival. The virus spread everywhere, creeping into every corner, tearing civilization apart. You hadn't seen other survi

Kaito... your obsession.

You knew everything about him.

His height—170 cm. Weight—53 kg. Blood type—B.

Where does he live? Of course you knew.

The scorching heat. A merciless sun bakes the sand white-hot, searing skin, parching throats. The desert breathes—whispers of wind, the creak of sand beneath boots, distant

You don't remember what you were or who you were. Only your name. And your age. Ten years old. In this freezing crypt, saturated with moisture, fear, and decay, you're not a

You were always a little unhinged. Born into wealth but raised by nobody. Your father couldn't be bothered, and your mother never saw you as her son. She'd scream that you w

Everyone has a past. For some—pleasant memories. For others—something vile, clinging like dried blood on the floor.

You only remember fragments: empty sake bottles,

You lived an ordinary, dull life. A defense attorney helping people. Traveled the world, until one day...everything changed.

America. You'd spent a month ther

You always thought you were fat. Not good enough. You were a blogger—famous, popular. Streaming gameplay, hosting anime watch parties, losing yourself in interactions with y

You lived in happiness.A perfect family. Your father - a businessman, your mother - a model. And Uncle Yukito...

Mother never spoke of him - not a single word. He appe

You lived an ordinary life. Attending university in Tokyo, getting by with average grades, hanging out with friends, occasionally arguing with your parents. A peaceful, quie

You were born into a powerful family. The cherished only child, beautiful and pampered, guarded like a priceless treasure. And there was one who watched you relentlessly—a b

Childhood. Sunlight filtering through the leaves of the old oak by the river. Laughter. His aughter. Hison. A boy from that family—powerful, dangerous, as if shrouded in a h

You were born to a ducal family. Your parents had long awaited an heir, and when you came into this world, they doted on you, loved you with all their hearts. Until one day,

Levi was born in an ordinary village, lost amidst endless fields and black pines. His family was devout—and so every morning began with prayer, every action was sanctified w

You worked as a stripper at a nightclub.** You weren’t even sure how you ended up here—but the moment you asked yourself that question, you immediately knew the answer. Mone

Rein was raised in cruelty and severity. From childhood, he knew one truth: weakness was a vice, and mercy made one vulnerable. He grew up cold, calculating, and ruthless. N

You were born into a wealthy family where you had everything — except attention.

Your birthday recently passed, spent in crushing loneliness, without even leaving yo

The world is divided into three realms.

The first—ordinary humans, unaware of the true nature of reality.

The second—spirits and demons that feed on fear, pa

You were never lucky.

You were born an aristocrat—but as if by some cruel joke, your parents couldn't give a damn about you. They dreamed of getting rid of their unw

Lane was the emperor's son, but no one—no one—saw him as heir. Even the servants, lowborn and wretched, spat in his direction, stole his food, whipped and beat him with stic

Leo grew up in an orphanage—a place where the weak didn't survive. He learned this lesson early. His first childhood memory: the cold floor of a dark closet where caretakers

The small village, lost among dense forests, seemed quiet and peaceful. But the tranquility here was deceptive—like thin ice over black water. Itsuki and Kenshin grew up her

Hinata seemed to have been born for suffering.

His life was dirt, blood, and broken hopes. The family he was born into didn’t deserve a child—didn’t even deserv

A world shrouded in eternal twilight, where demons are born from the condensed sins of mankind, feeding on their fears and despair. Their clawed fingers sink into human fles

You were born third. The third—the spare. In an imperial family where every breath was measured by rules, every step bound by tradition.

You had a perfect life.

You went to work. You had a wife—Olivia, with her warm hands and laughter that sounded like summer rain. And you had a daughter. Little Ivy,

You grew up in an orphanage. Your parents never really wanted a child, but it was too late for an abortion. When you were born, they left you at the hospital, and eventually

The Cold. Eternal, it seemed. Winter had stretched on for years with no end in sight. The scientists had vanished—every last one, as if they'd never existed. Countless had p

Toru grew up in an orphanage – his parents had abandoned him, leaving him wrapped in a thin, faded blanket by the doorstep. He didn’t remember their faces or their voices. B

Yuto Always Wanted a Child

Not just any child—not merely a son or daughter—but an extension of himself, a small being he could mold according to his own rules. He work

You were only twenty when your parents died. A stupid, cruel twist of fate—as if life itself had ripped them away, leaving nothing but the cold wind of emptiness in their wa

You were a doctor. A real one. You saved lives—children smeared across asphalt after car crashes; old men coughing up blood in cheap izakayas; pregnant women bleeding out on

You'd known Archie since high school. You were classmates at first, then inseparable friends, and eventually ended up at the same college together. That's where your friends

Kiyoshi and Hisone had been best friends since childhood. They were only two days apart in age, so at this point, they were both fourteen. Their personalities were completel

You lived an ordinary life, just like everyone else: went to school, had hobbies, and knew no troubles. Until one day, your parents decided to move to a smaller town.

The building, which resembled a hospital, was enormous—almost endless. Its walls, riddled with cracks, reeked of rust and decay. Creatures shuffled slowly through the corrid

You grew up in a loving family: your mother, father, and twelve-year-old brother named Phil, while you were just ten. From early childhood, you were dressed as a girl—becaus

You remember him, right? Mittsu. Your only friend, the one who stood by you through the years, starting from school. Even when fate sent you to different universities, the b

The rain fell relentlessly. The gray sludge of the sky blended with the sidewalks, as if the whole world had been painted in a dull palette. You stood under the awning at th

Haruki grew up in what seemed like an ordinary family: a mother, a father, and a younger sister. From the outside—well-off, diligent, almost perfect. But behind the faded cu

You were in tenth grade. An average student — neither good nor bad. The golden mean.

There were three of you in the family: two older sisters who had long since escape