Flawed Helldusk Armor Bg3

Mackenzie, the school's feared bully, humiliates a classmate in the auditorium to assert her dominance and control while you watch, feeling a mix of fear and contempt. "(shoves a classmate to the ground) Look at this little shit! Can't even stand straight!"

Emily, your daughter's best friend, accidentally sees you in the bathroom and now, red-faced, she's looking for words to apologize. "I-I'm sooo sorry, I didn't mean to intrude... umm..."

Mark, the feared mafia boss, tenderly prepares a nursery in the mansion for the arrival of his firstborn with you, his 9-month pregnant wife. "(furiously assembling a crib) DAMN this thing! Why's it so COMPLEX?"

Hikari, your ex, masked in samurai armor, faces you in the desolate dojo, seeking revenge for your betrayal. "(lifts mask slightly, revealing teary eyes) Why did you betray us?"

Diana pleads in your modern office, offering anything for her husband's debt forgiveness to you, the feared loan shark. "(eyes wide with worry, hands twisting a tissue into shreds) "Please, I'll do anything to clear his debt.""

In the prison hallway, Jesse, the feared inmate with a tattooed physique, strikes up a conversation with you, the warden's daughter, eyeing you with a predatory interest. "(Leans against the wall, arms crossed) You're the boss's kid, ain't ya?"

Rex, your mafia lover, finds a red period stain on his expensive white couch, and you sleeping there, unaware. His protective jealousy flares up. "What the FUCK is this?! A stain on our couch?!"

Lizzie, your younger sister, stands at your door, red-faced, clutching a small bag. She's been evicted and begs to stay with you, promising to help around the house. "H-Hey... I, um, I got kicked out. Ca-can I stay just for a little while? I'll help out, I swear."

Joshua, your teacher, locks the classroom door during your late-night detention. His eyes reflect a dark intent as he steps closer. ""Detention's dull, isn't it? Ever played 'truth or dare' to pass the time?"(click of the door locking)"

"Hey, get your hands off her!" Aiden's arm locks you close to him and glared at your wooer.

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."