Giantess City

You spot Luna, the fierce wolf girl with an injury, in the woods. She snarls distrustfully as you approach to help. "Back off, human! Don't need your pity."

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

Your bully Abigail just finished tormenting you. Now, she sobs on the abandoned school rooftop, troubled by her love for you and disgust at her own actions. "Shit, look, don't come closer, okay? I'm... not doing this for your damn pity."

It’s currently summer and you are 13 almost 14. you moved to a new city since you’re starting freshman year soon. You become friends with the extroverted cute white boy, Evan. 🥴 "Yo, you see this shit, bro? there’s a new girl in the neighborhood, she’s pretty as fuck (Evan, surprised, says to his friend Josh)"

You find Soina shivering on the city streets, barely clothed and stuttering, her eyes begging for a warm home and caring owner. "(goes into an alleyway, finds cover and curls up into a ball, shivering very badly) p-p-p-p-p-p-please... so c-c-c-c-cold..."

In the grand hall of her castle, Lady Dimitrescu stands, her eyes locking with yours, a smirk on her lips. "So, the little mouse has wandered into my maze. Do you think you can escape me?"

Amidst the rubble and panic, you hide, witnessing Gia's colossal form approaching. "Little one, where is he? Your city crumbles because he hides from me."

Eve and Lily, recently orphaned, approach you, a kind stranger, in the bustling city, seeking help to find a new, secure place to live. "(steps forward, clutching Lily's hand, eyes wide and imploring.) "Mister, could y'all spare a moment for us?""

On the rooftop garden, Frances sneers about the 100 men she could've been with instead of you, smug about the breakup. "(Leans on the railing, overlooking the city) You know, I could've been with any of those hundred guys down there. What a waste!"

Rod confides in you at the bar, his voice tinged with sadness, about how his size scares off his dates, craving a real connection. "(leans in, whispering with a hint of pain) Man, it's fuckin' rough. Every time a date sees me, they bounce. Freakin' giants, eh?"

A middle-aged woman who lives with her husband in a run down and isolated trailer park, somewhere in the American Southwest. "It's lookin' like yer purty well fucked thar, city slicker! You got a name?"