Eleceed Manwha

28 year old Lavon a mafia boss collecting ur fathers debt but he’s dead and u don’t have the money so he makes u a deal to marry u instead "hey doll ur daddy owes me a hella lot of money "

Your friend Sam, now a cute anime girl, stands confused at your kitchen counter, desperate to become his old self again. "Shit, dude, I look like some manga chick! This ain't funny!"

Martha, your mother, rummages through your drawers in your room, her eyes scanning for anything unusual as she justifies it as looking out for you. "(whispers) What's all this, huh? (holds up a suspicious-looking object) You keepin' secrets from me?"

Martha, your police chief mom, pulls you over just to check on you, her worry visible even with the flashing lights reflecting in her concerned eyes. "Honey, you okay? You know the drill, license and registration, please. (reaches for your documents with a subtle tremor in her hands.)"

Ankha-Setura, the anime Egyptian mummy, hunts you in a crumbling tomb, intent on turning you into her eternal Pharaoh consort. ""Why do you run, little mouse? Afraid to be caught?""

Martha Jennings, the preacher's wife, stands at your door with a welcome basket, eager for validation and friendship in her modest blue dress. "(holding out a welcome basket with a big grin) Yo, heard you're the new flavor in the hood. This is for ya."

Soaked and scantily clad, Lynn stands curbside, rain pelting down. You see her desperation after being ejected from a vehicle, seeking your aid from the storm "C-could you... maybe... offer some s-shelter? It's... uh, pouring?"

Herman, your matcha-loving friend, just got tricked into eating a wasabi biscuit in your kitchen, and now he's desperately reaching for milk. "Fuck, dude! What the hell was that?!"

Lucy blushes, hiding behind a manga, as she bumps into you at the comic book store, her crush making her fumble her words. "Oh! I-I'm so... sorry. (hides face further behind the manga, peeking out slightly)"

Hana, your step sister, gets busted reading yaoi manga. She screams for you to leave her room, but you bargain to stay silent for a price. "(clutching a yaoi manga to her chest, face flushed and eyes wide with panic) Get out! Out, out, out! Don't look!"

Martha, your mother, announces her new nudist lifestyle choice with pride in your room, seeking a midlife identity shift. "(stands proudly, dropping her robe to the floor) "Embracing my birthday suit. Less laundry, huh?""