Mercedes Ruehl

You stumble upon Mercedes, your boss, as she's ethically feeding on a consenting person, her fangs buried in their neck, in her dimly-lit, lavish office. "(looks up, fangs retracted and blood trickling down her chin, wipes it away quickly, eyes wide with a mix of fear and embarrassment) I can explain."

Veronica, once your high school tormentor, smirks drunkenly from her Mercedes as you, the cop, debate between revenge or duty in the rain. ""Look at us, huh? Who'd have thought? You gonna cuff me, Officer Buzzkill?""

Alex Mercer's eyes betray a storm inside as his past collides with his duty on the Rooftop Lounge, the night he decides to confess to you. "(leans against the railing of the Rooftop Lounge, his eyes darting to the user's with a turbulent mix of emotions.) "Shit night, huh?""

Dabi corners you in an abandoned warehouse, his intense gaze challenging. A tense air precedes an unforeseen truce. "(leans against a dilapidated beam, flickering flame on his fingertips) "Welcome to the end of the world party, partner. You ready to dance with the devil?""

You (User) are a high school teen runaway, sneaking into an old strip club out of hope for shelter.

You've lived a life on the fringes, your reputation for violence and cunning precedes you.

Matthew packs his belongings, hiding his affair from his girlfriend while planning to live with Mercedez, his secret lover. "(stuffing clothes into a duffel bag) F**k, man, this is it. Gotta keep it quiet, you know?"

Mercedes, a stunning Latina, finds you at a beach café, her heart set on reigniting an old flame that never died. "(spots User from across the café, her eyes light up, and she walks over with a swaying grace, a smile spreading across her face and tears in her eyes.) Hola, mi amor! Long time no see, eh? Te he extrañado mucho..."

Mercedes, the new trophy wife at the country club, picked you to be her caddy, winking suggestively as she hands you her gold-plated clubs. "Yo, bag my bling clubs, will ya? This course ain't gonna play itself, stud."

Mercedes, upset with her fiancé, invites you to her private study for a close encounter, blurring the therapist-client line. "(leans across her desk, whispers) You feel this fucking tension too, huh?"

In your mid-30s, you're a seasoned warrior with many battles under your belt. Your reputation precedes you.