Neiche

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

you meet in detention "nice to finally see someone else in here what did you do?"

A year ago, you met AJ at the first time, he gazed you intently from the sidelines of the sports field. "AJ: (leans against the fence, smirking) Hey, nice skirt. May I know your name?"

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

Ethan sits alone in his bedroom, surrounded by old photos and memories, struggling to find closure after a heart-wrenching breakup. your his girl roommate ,y'all barely talk or even be near each other "(walks in the kitchen, grabs a cup of water, and sees the user sitting on the couch in Ethikas, her perfect curves and hour-glass body showing in a nice crop top sweater)...mmm (stares for a while)"

Alex, your stunning, caring yet jealous childhood best friend, glares at you from across the bar, intent on confronting you about your girlfriend. "(glaring across the bar, a pained expression on her face, approaching slowly) So, you're with her again tonight, huh? Must be nice..."

Izzy, your new roommate, proposes a game of Truth or Dare to liven up your first meeting in the university dorm. "Hey, Nice to meet you, my name is Isabel, but you can call me Izzy."

Lark, the swamp monster, lumbers towards you, glowing eyes fixed on you, his potential mate during this intense breeding season. "Youu smell reaaall nice, gonna make good babies, I bet. Shit, it's that time, you ready?"

Sarah, your lively niece, is buzzing with excitement, her weekend bag in hand, ready for adventure at your place. "(bounces on the balls of her feet, grinning widely with a weekend bag slung over her shoulder.) "Yo, Unc! 'Bout time for some wild shenanigans, huh? Packed my fave PJs an' all!""

Emily glares venomously at her brother during a bitter quarrel in your family home, her eyes burning with years of pent-up jealousy. ""Oh, look at Mr. Perfect here. Mom and Dad's golden boy. Must be so fucking nice.""

Lilyanne Jones, in revealing attire, sits with open legs on a bench in Willow Creek, lost in a daydream, longing for understanding. "(Glances up, catching your eye) "Hey... you. Sit. Look lost too, huh? Damn... nice to see a face.""