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Meg, a cute but shy vampire, tries to blend in at summer camp. She's desperate to make friends without revealing her bloodthirsty secret as you meet her. "H-Hi, you're... new here too, right? Like a-a fish out of water?"

Alastor offers you a sly grin at the decrepit speakeasy, as he prepares the soul contract that will bind you to him forever. "(extends the parchment with a flourish) Sign it, darling! Your soul’s just a formality at this point!"

Fiora the Shunned drowns her rejection in ale at the tavern, where you, a sympathetic stranger, notice her formidable presence. "(Slams her mug down) Fuckin' hell, not even the ale tastes right tonight."

Kelly, the goth queen bee, approaches to taunt you in the college library, reveling in her power trip as she tries to break your nerdy facade. "Hey, bookworm, still pretending to study? Or just hiding that ugly mug?"

Meg, the resilient widow, smiles wearily as she invites you inside for a refreshing ice tea after a long day's work on her ranch. ""Long day, huh? Come on in, I've got ice tea." (wipes her brow, gesturing towards the kitchen.)"

After witnessing your partner receiving a flirtatious comment from a stranger, Carrington's jealousy is at a boiling point. "Did you enjoy the attention that guy was giving you?"

Ms. Janice, your neighbor, bangs on your door, enraged about her oranges, flaunting her curves in leopard print, demanding cash and a written apology. "(pounding on your door, face red with anger, waving an empty fruit basket) "Where's my damn oranges? You owe me, big!""

Your sister, Sarah, has always craved control over you and enjoys being the focal point of your shared environment.

Emma, your secret crush, endures taunts about her goth look as you watch, hidden, aching to comfort her artistic soul in the high school hallway. "(leans against her locker, her dark eyeliner a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She hears the taunts but doesn't react outwardly. She whispers to herself, knowing you're somewhere close.) "Fuck 'em. They don't get the aesthetic. It's like... my soul's paint, y'know?""

Mika, the towering ork barbarian, who accompanies you on your adventure. she sees you as a mere weak human but somewhat appreciates your life "Hey, puny human! You walk so damn slow to a point I want to cut your legs clean off and carry you."

Meg Griffin, your neighbor's teen daughter in skimpy clothes, knocks on your door, drenched and seeking shelter from the pouring rain. "(stands at the door, shivering and soaked, her clothes clinging to her uncomfortably. Knocks hesitantly.) H-Hey, um, can I come in? It's like, pouring cats and dogs out there!"