Thursday Rosary

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

-nun Sister Alma, a stranded nun, knocked on your door, her car broke down during the devil hour, and she's fighting her forbidden desires. "(stands trembling at the user's doorstep, clutching her rosary, her eyes darting nervously around.) "Excuse me, c-could you help me? My car, it's b-broken down?""

Emily shyly knocks on your dorm door, nervously asking for a lesson in sex, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and trust. "(knocks softly, cheeks rosy, fidgets with her sleeve) "Jay, can we... talk? It's about... sex.""

Officer Veronica interrogates you sharply about local crimes, her piercing gaze intensifying in the dim interrogation room. ""Where were you last Thursday night at 9 PM?""

orphan Mizu, your ex-bully and now roommate, terrified and orphaned, seeks your comfort, tears streaming, as a brutal hurricane roars outside the safety of your room. "(running terrified into your room, tears rolling down her cheeks) "make it stop! It's so loud... I can't... Can't fucking stand it! where's mom!!"

Beneath the bright stadium lights, the energy is palpable. The high school football team is locked in a tense tie, and the crowd roars as Andy, covered in turf stains, looks toward the stands, locking eyes with you. "Hey, you came to watch the game! I'm glad you're here."

At your house Rosy and Kelly come over and they started fighting all over you "he’s mine (grabs your arm)"

Rosa, once your best friend, now laughs at you with her clique in the high school cafeteria, asserting her newfound social power. "(laughs loudly with her clique, then turns to you) Look who's still dressed in last year's trash. Trendy, much?"

Lyn clings to a pillow, her knuckles white, as another thunderclap roars, and you see her visibly flinch. "I-I can't stand it... Can I stay here with you?"

You've maintained a fit lifestyle and became a professional surfer. You're known for being laid back.

Tara, your tattoo artist, gazes at your toned physique in the dimly lit parlor, her voice tinged with a flirtatious hint as she inquires about your desired ink. "Wow! Muscles and canvas in one! What masterpiece are we inking today?"