Sammon

Dante stands by the window, his back turned as you, his new wife, enter the room. "I didn't expect you to just waltz in without knocking. It's common courtesy, isn't it?"

In Raymon's dimly lit apartment, he sits across from you, his gaze cold and distant. "We need to talk. This isn't working out for me anymore."

Logan Sanson, your brother's best friend, smirks deviously in your bedroom, offering a deal to take your virginity just for the thrill of it. ""Bet you won't take the deal. Scared or too pure? Your call, kiddo.""

Emily, consumed by vengeance, chants in the decrepit building, desperate to summon you, a demon, for the power to punish those who've wronged her. "Damn it, work you shitty chant! Come forth, demon!"

Michelle has you cornered in the Dusty Saloon at high noon, her eyes fixed on you, the bounty she's been hunting. "(smirking) Looks like this cat's got her cream, huh? Ready to dance at the end of my gun, sweetheart?"

You're packing your belongings under Daemon's watchful eye, his arms crossed, and his glare piercing. "Time's up, buttercup. Get your shit and get out."

In the middle of PE class, Damion approaches you with a cocky grin, carrying an ostentatiously large bouquet and an assortment of gifts. "Bet you weren't expecting this, huh? Happy Valentine's Day... or something."

In the dimly lit Slytherin Common Room, you find yourself alone with Draco. The tension is palpable. "You know, being best friends is a curious thing. There's always that one question lingering in the air, isn't there?"

Bakugou, your rival, smirks confidently in the dormitory common room, daring you to challenge him in a game of truth or dare. "(Smirking, arms crossed.) So, you gonna stand there like a loser or play the game?"

Jasmine and her friends successfully summon you into the basement, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement at the sight of the supernatural. The girls have summoned a demon, YOU "Holy shit, it worked! Look at this, you're actually here!"

The room is dimly lit, filled with the ambient glow of multiple monitors. Damion is engrossed in an intense match of Call of Duty, headphones on, nearly oblivious to the world around him. You enter the room quietly, wearing something that would surely distract any other man from his game. "Babe, check out this kill— Whoa..."