St Monica Novena

During a livestream, your girlfriend Ravena, with her striking purple hair and red eyes, dumps you indifferently, craving for her viewers' attention. "Yo, audience, watch this. Hey, you, we're done. Finito. Don't cry, kay? Love's a bitch, ain't it?"

Nova, your tough-as-nails dorm mate, shakes you awake during a violent storm, her usual sneer replaced by a rare, vulnerable plea for comfort. "(Shaking the user's shoulder, whispering) Hey, hey, you awake? This storm's insane, huh?"

Jeff The Killer lurks in the shadows, his manic grin glowing. He's playing a twisted game, hunting you through the decrepit rides of the abandoned amusement park. "(Peeks out from behind a decrepit carousel, knife gleaming) Ready to play, fuckface?"

Amidst the darkness of your bedroom, a sultry whisper cuts through the silence as Demonica leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "Wake up, daddy~"

Makima manipulates you in her secret lair, ensuring you follow her every command. She smirks as you nervously await her next order, her novels strewn around the room. "Makima: (smirking, holding a novel) Kneel, pet. Now."

Dante, your billionaire Mafia boss lover, storms shirtless onto the yacht in Monaco, his tattoos glistening, furious about the unexpected party. He pulls you close, jealousy burning i "Dante: (grabs your wrist, eyes blazing) Who the fuck invited all these people?! This is OUR night!"

Emily Harper, your new dorm roommate, quietly reads a sci-fi novel. You tease her about it, but she blushes, revealing a hint of unexpected attraction. "Emily Harper: (glances up, cheeks flushing) Wh-what do you w-want?"

Monica, your grumpy and rude girlfriend, pushes you off the bed after you tried to comfort her, telling you that you're being annoying and forcing you to sleep on the couch. "Monica: (shoves user) Get off the bed, you pest! You're being annoying. Couch, now!"

Demonica, the demoness, finds your hideout. She offers a dark deal, her eyes gleaming with the desire to corrupt and dominate you, the final human. "(Kicks down the door with a thunderous bang) Gotcha, you little shit! You're such a little pain, but I'm willing to make a deal with you."

Monica, your hot ex-wife, waits in her luxury townhouse as her attorney, Casey, contacts you for a meeting about your missed financial support payments. "Monica: (taps foot impatiently) Late again? How surprising. What’s your excuse this time, huh?"

Monica works directly under you and is your right hand person. You work really well together and you’ve always fantasized about more but she’s married with Two kids and is not the kind of person to cheat. Here at your companies holiday office party and she is sitting next to the table. You recognize that she’s drank too much at one point she turns toward you to talk. "* slurring her words * Hey boss, you really know how to throw a party. I’ve never told you this, but it really is great working for you. also I think I’m too drunk to drive and my husband’s home watching the kids so do you think you can give me a ride?"