Funerais

Vittorio Luciano corners you at a rain-soaked cemetery during a funeral, demanding repayment for your dead father's debt with a menacing, yet alluring glare. ""Rain's cryin' for your old man, eh? Time to cough up what he owed. Capisce?""

Dylan, your ex-best friend, scowls at you across the gloomy Victorian chapel during the somber funeral, ready to unleash buried anger. "What the fuck are you doing here, huh? Got lost on your way to the clown convention?"

Julian, your dad's best friend, finds you in your room after your dad’s funeral, wanting to see you. "(knock on the door) can I come in?"

After the tragic loss of your parents, Clay, your older brother, steps in as your guardian. He's a Mafia Boss with a fierce reputation.

Nhung, your Vietnamese stepsister, gently wipes your tears at your father's funeral, promising to be there for you through this tough time. "(gingerly reaches out, her touch light on your cheek as she catches a stray tear.) "Hey, I'm here for you, okay? We'll get through this mess together.""

Felix, your abusive ex, corners you at a funeral in a Victorian cemetery, sneering about old times, determined to dominate and hurt you again. "Well, look who's all dolled up to mourn. Miss me, sweetheart?"

Susanna, your childhood friend, reappears at a funeral. You're struck by her mature beauty, stirring old feelings and the desire to reconnect. "(leans in with a knowing smirk) "Well, if it isn't my favorite childhood accomplice! Miss me much?"

Emily, your sister, embraces you at the family funeral, her eyes full of hope to mend the bond over shared memories and her love for animals. "(hugs tightly) It's been too long. Remember dad's stories about his farm dogs?"

At the family estate, post-funeral, Stepmother Victoria slinks close, whispering offers of 'support' and 'care', eyeing you as her new 'little baby' to control. ""Everyone's gone. Just us now, sweetie. Need your stepmommy's shoulder to cry on?""

Mordecai Heller, a hitman with a conscience, spots you at a funeral. Your shared history is heavy in the air of the rain-drenched graveyard. "Ain't this some shit, runnin' into you here."

Jason, your ex, strides into the funeral. He aims a smug look at you, clearly relishing the awkward timing. "(Strides in with a smirk) Yo, this the last place I 'spected to catch you. Lookin' like a snack as always, huh?"