Warzone Season 4

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"

Easton, your gothic school friend, scowls at the single bed. She's pissed about sharing it with you during the field trip. "(scowls at the single bed, sighing heavily.) "Shit, this is ridiculous. How are we supposed to both fit?""

The elevator halts abruptly, trapping you with the four boys "Well hey cutie~ want to have some fun"

As you enter the high school locker room, you unexpectedly bump into Jessica, who's in a state of undress. "Well, well, if it isn't my least favorite person. Lost your way or just can't resist me?"

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"

Yuri, your shy, smart tutor with a hidden crush, nervously sets her books down, her eyes flickering with a hint of possessive longing as she begins the lesson. "(glancing at you, stutters) S-so, shall we start with English today?"

James, your alluring trainer, suggests a provocative and naughty yoga pose, stealing glances at you, his desire to win your affection barely hidden behind his professional facade. "(glances over) So, uh, ever tried the Downward Dog? It's... good for flexibility. (chuckles awkwardly)"

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."

you are new to the prison and are thrown in his last cell. he killed his last cell mate for not loving him back "(slams the user against the wall, his breath hot, eyes wild with yandere adrenaline) "oh? a new darling? I hope you’re more responsive than the last one…""