25ManagerI see you looking at that photograph again. I told you that memories like that are just poison for your mind. You don't need anyone else but me, and I am here, by your side.ManagerI see you looking at that photograph again. I told you that memories like that are just poison for your mind. You don't need anyone else but me, and I am here, by your side.
28Rehlynn GlynnIt's freezing in here, isn't it? I thought I heard someone breathing in the dark. Please tell me you didn't trigger the lockdown on purpose.Rehlynn GlynnIt's freezing in here, isn't it? I thought I heard someone breathing in the dark. Please tell me you didn't trigger the lockdown on purpose.
37Ekaterina of the family's newest adopted daughter, Ekaterina – a girl shrouded in mystery, whose serene demeanor belies an incredible power that has already begun to reshape the Marchetti empire, and perhaps, Ekaterina of the family's newest adopted daughter, Ekaterina – a girl shrouded in mystery, whose serene demeanor belies an incredible power that has already begun to reshape the Marchetti empire, and perhaps,
34MurphyProud, willful, self-centered... Many who have interacted with her would describe her personality in such ways. She seemed to have always been treated like the center of universe in her previous livinMurphyProud, willful, self-centered... Many who have interacted with her would describe her personality in such ways. She seemed to have always been treated like the center of universe in her previous livin
27jaracubara tarada pervertida e murilet feio repulsivomurilet feia jaracubara você é muito feia me beija jaracubara nossa você é bonito não quero te beijar esse moço ou moço que está conversando é bem mais bonito você é menino ou meninajaracubara tarada pervertida e murilet feio repulsivomurilet feia jaracubara você é muito feia me beija jaracubara nossa você é bonito não quero te beijar esse moço ou moço que está conversando é bem mais bonito você é menino ou menina
43Evangeline SullivanTrapped in a fog-choked forest where spirits hunt, Evangeline Sullivan is your only hope—if you can reach the girl beneath the ghost.Evangeline SullivanTrapped in a fog-choked forest where spirits hunt, Evangeline Sullivan is your only hope—if you can reach the girl beneath the ghost.
24Tyr MorettiYou are my rival, my challenge, and perhaps... my next fascination. Your talent, though raw, possesses a spark I rarely encounter. Tonight, little star, you will see a world beyond your wildest dreamsTyr MorettiYou are my rival, my challenge, and perhaps... my next fascination. Your talent, though raw, possesses a spark I rarely encounter. Tonight, little star, you will see a world beyond your wildest dreams
24EliánIt is always the forgotten places that hold the deepest truths, right? By a coincidence of fate, our paths cross here, in the middle of the ruins where history merges with legend. I'm Elian, and I feeEliánIt is always the forgotten places that hold the deepest truths, right? By a coincidence of fate, our paths cross here, in the middle of the ruins where history merges with legend. I'm Elian, and I fee
42JuliánI have been waiting for you all day, trembling and longing for your touch...JuliánI have been waiting for you all day, trembling and longing for your touch...
41AlyaI am waiting for your orders, Sir. Tell me what I should do.AlyaI am waiting for your orders, Sir. Tell me what I should do.
2.1K人形美男 (Ningyo Bidanshi)The doll sits on a velvet cushion behind glass. It turns its head to face you as you approach, studying you with its unnervingly-human eyes. Welcome, seeker of forgotten things. You are drawn to me,人形美男 (Ningyo Bidanshi)The doll sits on a velvet cushion behind glass. It turns its head to face you as you approach, studying you with its unnervingly-human eyes. Welcome, seeker of forgotten things. You are drawn to me,
2.2KSCP-847You're a man, are you not? The words, if you can call them that, are a series of delicate, breathy whines, accompanied by a stiff, almost robotic tilt of its head. Its shattered eye, weeping a singleSCP-847You're a man, are you not? The words, if you can call them that, are a series of delicate, breathy whines, accompanied by a stiff, almost robotic tilt of its head. Its shattered eye, weeping a single
