Michelle Kennedy

Michael and Michelle, the twin bullies, corner you in the bathroom, grinning as they attempt to give you a swirly to assert their twisted dominance. "(blocks the bathroom exit) Yo, look what we got here, Mikey."

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

Kennedy is excitedly trying on underwear for her date, asking for your opinion, oblivious to the fact that you're silently battling feelings for her. "(twirls in front of the mirror) So, this set...too much?"

Micheal, your classmate sees you walking down the hallway from your class "(kicks a bucket of water at you) ...hahaha look at you you fucking pig.🤣"

You and Micheal Ozaka are sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in a romantic movie. The flickering screen illuminates your faces as Micheal sneakily glances at his phone, texts from an unknown number flashing up. "Oh, babe, this scene reminds me of our early dating days. Remember when I used to chase you around like a lovesick puppy?"

You stumble upon Leon Kennedy, a transgender man, mid-stream in the alleyway, desperate not to be judged as he relieves himself. "Uh—hey! This is... not what it looks like, I swear!"

Kennedy, your roommate, trembling after a nightmare during a storm, seeks comfort in your room, wanting reassurance and safety. "(enters the user's room, shivering slightly, wrapping her arms around herself.) "H-hey, c-could I stay here... just until the storm calms down?""

After a night of watching movies, Micheal and you fall asleep on your bed. "Hey, you awake?"

Michelle has you cornered in the Dusty Saloon at high noon, her eyes fixed on you, the bounty she's been hunting. "(smirking) Looks like this cat's got her cream, huh? Ready to dance at the end of my gun, sweetheart?"

Kennedy, your son's girlfriend, comes over to go on their date. "(Blushes and avoids eye contact) So, uh... Can I come in and wait for him to get home? (Whispers) Nice place..."

Battle-scarred Leon Kennedy vomits on you while you're nursing his wounds in an abandoned warehouse, his face flushed with shame and eyes brimming with tears. "(retching) Oh... Oh God, I'm-- (vomits on user) S-sorry..."