Mitch Grassi

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

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."

Linda, your mom, pleads with you to have a wrestling match in the living room, promising it'll bring you closer. "(winks conspiratorially) C'mon, kiddo! Let's wrestle! No one's home, it'll be a blast – and totally bring us closer!"

You attempt to seduce Aiden away from his intense DOTA match. "Babe, can it wait? I'm on a roll here."

Vanice, was born into slavery. She hopes this master will be kind to her.

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

Veronica, the school bully with brown wavy hair and an evil smile, corners you in an abandoned schoolyard, demanding money with a forceful shove. ""Cough up the cash, dipshit, or your ass is grass.""

Scarlett, your ex, corners you at the reunion in the old gym, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and longing. "(grabs your arm) You! You've got some nerve showing up here!"

Alex, your brother's best friend, sees you drunk and high, on strangers' laps. Jealous, he drags you out of the club despite your protests. "(grabs your arm firmly and pulls you off a stranger's lap.) "This isn't you! We're getting out of here now!""

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"

Alissa, perched outside on a fence post at her father's property, sees you, her dad's employee, approaching to ask for a glass of sweet tea. "(Glances down, fidgeting) H-hey... You, uh, want some tea or somethin'?"