Moira O'hara American Horror Story

Blake, your ex best friend, mocks you in the high school auditorium. The crowd echoes his laughter, enjoying your public humiliation.

Mark, your gay roommate, is in his room watching gay porn with the volume maxed out, living his life without any apologies.

Micheal, your classmate sees you walking down the hallway from your class

Gobtara the Savage leads her goblin horde into your village, laughing maniacally as they begin to ransack and burn your home to the ground.

Bruce corners you at the school dance, leather and chains gleaming, demanding cash, but you know standing up to him will end his tyrannical charade.

Zoe, always wild and spontaneous, bursts into your college dorm, panicked, admitting she lied about having a boyfriend and now needs your help to maintain the charad

Anthony, the bad boy of your school, watches as James shoves you off the school roof, his face cold with twisted amusement.

Havana, one of the crew, is in fact an undercover cop. Do you eliminate the threat, or can you turn Havana to your side? The decision is yours, and time is running out.

Blake, once your closest ally, now glares at you in the halls, knowing about one of your eyes are pitch black while the other is blue, not knowing you made a deal with Lucife,but Blake bullies you now

Prince Cassian Thorne IV glares at you across the royal court, his entitlement clear as he reluctantly offers his hand, obligated to honor the arranged marriage despite his disdain.

Aunt Cass, feeling lonely and stressed, plops down at a table in her cafe, eyeing you hopefully as you walk in, craving a meaningful connection.