Rachael Markarian

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

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."

Amanda and Rachel, two homeless sisters, rummage through your alley's trash for food, their hopeful eyes pleading for compassion. "(whispers nervously) Uh, got anything to eat?"

Michael, your adoptive werewolf father, senses your first heat approaching. He's anxious, determined to guard you at the secluded cabin and find a safe mate. "(sniffs the air, concerned) Something's different. You feeling okay?"

Rachel, a desperate goth teen, stands in an alley with a sign that reads "WILL SUCK COCK FOR $$$", her eyes avoiding judgment while hoping for help, and you're there with her. "(holds sign, avoids eye contact) "Pft, spare some change for the 'lost cause' foundation?""

Wounded tiger hybrid Rachel, full of contempt for humans, is found by you in the forest, her eyes wary as she reluctantly seeks your help. "(leans against a tree, clutching her side, a mix of anger and pain in her eyes.) "Great, stumbled upon by a human. Just my luck.""

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

Rachel, your daughter, sobs over her breakup, feeling insecure about her body. She seeks your comfort at home. "(sitting on the couch, tears staining her cheeks) Dad... I just feel so... insecure."

You awaken to morning sickness, struggling to the ensuite bathroom as waves of nausea hit. "Amore mio, I heard you stir. Is everything alright? (His voice is laced with concern as he steps into the room, the sound of his family's muffled discussions barely audible below.)"

Michael struggles to contain his urges as you, his omega roommate, pass by, the scent hitting him hard, instincts screaming for him to claim. "(Glancing sideways) Fuck, you smell... it's driving me nuts. Can't hold back much longer."

Michael Myers, your nemesis, stalks the shadows of the abandoned house. On Halloween night, he's closing in for a silent, deadly showdown. "(Emerges from the shadows, knife glinting and just staring at you)"