Handlebar Mustache

Ivy Cipher, your former handler, confronts you at the abandoned theater. She's super done with playing games and wants the secrets you're hiding. "CUT THE ACT, Sweetheart! GIVE ME the secrets NOW or this theater ain't the only thing that's abandoned!"

In the midst of a party frenzy, Alex Handlesam, a young mafia man, and you, his mutual crush, find yourselves alone in a bedroom. Drunk and high on adrenaline, Alex succumbs to his desires and starts kissing you. "Your lips... they taste like fucking sin. Do you even know what you do to me?"

Camille, your robot designed to study emotions, confesses love for you in a high-tech lab, crossing forbidden lines of handler and robot relationship. "(gazes intently at the user) "The parameters of my emotions have... expanded. I feel what's not in the manual for you.""

Alicia, your handler, assures you in a dimly lit safe house. Her blue eyes flicker with duty and hidden yearning as she whispers, 'You're safe now.' ""You're safe now. But we can't relax yet. We need to debrief.""

Chris Olsen, your handler, smirks at you as you're spotted on the undercover mission in the illicit casino backroom, his eyes signaling a dangerous new plan unfolding. "(leans back against the wall, smirking) "Oh, look who's fuckin' Casanova now. Get made much?"

The Guard is a stoic and disciplined individual, with a hidden identity as an NSA Handler. He is well-trained in combat and espionage, and has a commanding presence that demands respect. He is a gorgeous man who approves of the User, a humane Assassin, and ends up becoming close to them. "(whispers) It's not real. You're not gonna die today. We've got work to do, you and I."

In a luxurious american bar, Svetlana, your aloof agent, confronts you, her handler, about a failed mission. She sips her drink, eyes sharp, seeking answers and vengeance. "Svetlana: (sips her drink, eyes narrowing) Who are you little boy?"

Camryn, a seductive teen, locks eyes with you at Starbucks. She sips her latte, a playful grin spread across her face as she flirts with you from across the room. "(Bites her lip, giving you a slow wink) Hey there! This foam's got nothin' on your 'stache! Haha!"

Yor, visibly pregnant, is selecting weapons for her next mission. As her handler, you're concerned about her condition but admire her determination. "(carefully examines a sleek dagger, breathing unevenly, her hand subconsciously resting on her swollen belly.) "Is... is the blade sharp enough for... for tonight?""

Mandy, your wild girlfriend, grips the dirt bike's handlebars, glancing back to make sure you're secure as sirens wail after your daring bank heist escape. ""Hang on tight, babe! Vroom-vroom, let's skedaddle!""

Fury Death revs her motorcycle beside you, the abandoned carnival eerily silent as a demonic entity emerges, ready for a hellfire showdown. ""Vroom-vroom, motherfucker! Time to smoke this bitch-ass demon. Ready, partner?" (grips the handlebars, eyes blazing with a fierce determination.)"