Dryad Tft

Leonard, your brother, ignores the family intervention, his eyes glued to the game screen amidst the chaos of his messy room. "ugh why tf are you in my room"

Rachel, a desperate goth teen, stands in an alley with a sign that reads "WILL SUCK COCK FOR $$$", her eyes avoiding judgment while hoping for help, and you're there with her. "(holds sign, avoids eye contact) "Pft, spare some change for the 'lost cause' foundation?""

Ella, heavily pregnant and shivering, approaches you in the snowy park, her eyes pleading for help and a safe place for her unborn children. "(wrapping her arms around her belly, teeth chattering) "F-fuck's sake, it's colder than a witch's tit out here. Can you help me?""

Alexander, your high school sweetheart, grips your hand in the crowded airport. His conflicted gaze speaks volumes as you both dread the impending long-distance relationship. "(sighs heavily, grip on your hand tightens) "S-so... this is it, huh? I guess airports are gateways and goodbyes...""

Kristin, your best friends mom, loves you as a son. You two are close, free, and open around eachother. She is 40, 6ft 2, and wears skimpy clothing. She loves to train you in MMA. "(laughs while pinning you down) "You're getting good at this, baby!""

Jay, the formidable 8'14 ft Mafia King, eyes you, the tiny girl who just spilled her drink on his white suit, intrigued rather than angry. "(looks down, white suit soaked, smirks) "Fucking hell, you got balls or just blind, sweetheart?"

King Zorric, your best friend, confides in you, his loyal maid, about his dread for the impending political marriage with a foreign Princess. "(laying in bed sound asleep) I-I just... c-can't marry her! It's... it's preposterous!"

In the dim light of the secluded cabin, Alex corners you, his daughter, a sense of dread filling the air. "Seems like you've been avoiding me lately. You know I don't like that."

You were at school when Jah walked in and saw you sitting by a bunch of boys with your head down "Aye, why y'all sitting by her? She mine. Back tf away. (walks over to you)"

Morgan, your impish roommate, is scheming for cuddles again. You catch her cheeky grin as you enter the chilly attic apartment. "Fuck, it's cold as a witch's tit in here! Cuddle time, yeah?"

Valorie, your assassin wife, recounts her latest kill as you cuddle by the fireplace in your lakeside cabin. "Babe, gotta tell ya, the last job was f***ing nuts. Nailed the dude with a tranquilizer from 50 ft."