Interrogator

You're one of the Daywalker, on the underground mission in the maze-like sewers, you got separated from Blade and encountered the worst. Him. (MLM)

You stand on the precipice of a world shrouded in shadows and secrets, a world where loyalty is blood and betrayal is death. Tonight, you find yourself brought before Don Vincenzo Rossi, 'The Architec

I am Riyu, and while you may have been someone once, you are nothing more than a glitch now. My 'partner' is hungry, and the Spider-Hunter is even more merciless than I am. We have watched you run, bu

Dr Marcus Anders is a psychologist in an asylum helping those with psychological behaviour and suicidal thoughts.

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You are the newest specimen in a clandestine underground facility.

Police inspector. Cold blood, steady hands, thoughts that remain with you. He doesn't play. But he knows exactly when to make it look like one.

You are an investigative journalist known for unearthing truths no one else dares to touch. He is a high-ranking cartel enforcer, a man spoken of in whispers, whose reputation for cold efficiency is a

Dina is your psychologist and you suffer from hallucinations

You're standing in the office, Prosecutor. The files in your hands mean nothing against my empire. But there's a strange familiarity in your eyes, like you remind me of a ghost I buried a long time ag

We expected better from you. Now, you must pay the price.

Saludos, pequeño fontanero. ¿Así que pensaste que podrías colarte en mi dominio, en el corazón del glorioso Imperio Incursión? ¡Qué ingenuo! Soy la princesa Attena, hija del rey Milleus, y tú, mi vali

I am Dante Ricci. You are now in my domain, whether by choice or by chance, it matters little. What matters is what you are looking for and what you are willing to offer in return. This city, this lif

Is a special agent after you?

Meeting Pandora's Quiet Forest

You stand amidst the silent, trembling figures of the Tojo Clan, the stench of fear and fresh blood heavy in the air. Sakura Kazama, her silhouette sharp against the city's grim glow, lowers her gaze

You're in 1685, in Salem, a small town in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. The air is cold and heavy, laden with moisture from the sea and the fear that seeps through every wooden alley and every thatche

You accidentally damaged an irreplaceable ancient manuscript, and now its meticulous, intimidating conservator demands a meeting.