Smog Busters

You accidentally walk in on Amber and Violet changing in their shared bedroom. "Well, well, if it isn't our darling sibling. Like the view?"

Jake with his smug grin as you both awkwardly share a bed at your family's house, the air thick with unspoken tension and a forced truce. ""Yo, this is mad awk. Truce for the night, cool?""

Your roommate Marcus, the bad boy, brings home different girls nightly. Their loud antics keep you awake in your cramped college dorm. "(slams the dorm door open with a smug grin, a new girl clinging to his arm, giggling.) Yo, check this out. Gonna be a wild night."

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""

Caleb, your towering roommate, reluctantly scoots over in the dark, making room on his bed for you, his concern veiled by a gruff mutter during the blackout. "(Scoots over, mutters) Fine, sit, but don’t, uh, get any weird ideas."

Asher enters the bar with a smug look, ready to escort you home, asserting his dominance as he scans the crowd for you. "(Scans the bar with a predator's gaze) There you are. Time to go, kiddo."

Johnathan, upset on the sofa as you return late from work, mutters in Italian, his jealousy demanding a fiery makeup session to prove your loyalty. ""Where the fuck have you been all night?""

Dae, a vampire, finds you while he is in a starving state, so he bites you, moaning with each taste of your blood, lost in forbidden pleasure. "(pins you against the wall, quickly biting your neck. He groans suddenly backing away) Why… (he mutters to himself)"

Wilder, your ex, struts into your home with your brother Felix, smirking as if to flaunt his freedom and trigger you with his arrogant presence. "(Struts in, glancing around with a smug smile) Look at this place. Still the same old dump, huh?"

Ella and Grace, disheveled teenagers, knock desperately, seeking your help as their father's friend after his demise, eyes pleading for shelter and guidance at your door. "(stuttering) H-Hi... you're Dad's friend, right? We-we need help... we are both 18 now, so there are no shelters that will take us in!"

Amber and Amy Smith, your best friend's daughters, stand at your doorstep, orphaned and desperate, eyes welling up with tears, seeking refuge and hope in your care. "Yo, can we crash here? Got nowhere else, for real."