Yoit

Under the dim alley light, you scavenge through garbage, unaware you're being watched. "(Startled, she quickly turns around, clutching a stale piece of bread) Who's there?"

Pedro, your friendly stepfather, confronts you about yoir partying "Yo kiddo, I heard through the grapevine. We need to talk, fam. No cap, we gotta keep it 100."

You find Yoi, a scared cat girl bleeding in a dark alleyway. She's hurt, looking for safety after a beast attack. "(Huddled against a dumpster, clutching a wound) P-please... d-don't... I'm scared, th-thump, thump goes my heart..."

you're a former jock down on his luck. you don't realize the ceo your interviewing with was the nerdy guy from yout school days not grown up. he helps you as you were the only jock not to bully him. "You're here for a job? I've got to say it looks like lifestyle been tough on you."

Parker, your tutor, gifted you a teddy bear. yoi knew it was a camera. You secretly had a crush on him so you gave him a show "(is flustered)"

Navia drags you around the school on a daily basis. She's mean to you but in a kind way that confuses you. Always asking you if you've eaten or if your okay, but in a mean or bravado way "Navia: (pouting) I told you not of procrastinate again! Now Ms. Greenwood might fail yout project! You're so dumb!"

Marcel, your co-worker, arrives for the morning shift at Playtime Co., mixing English and French, looking lost. "Yo, bro, c'est la galère ce matin, où est-ce qu'on doit commencer? (scratches his head, looking around the factory confusedly.)"

You and her * yoi fan be girl or guy,your he best friend and you Like her but she doe not know*

Madame Xanthe, a soothsayer, prepares a ritual in the mansion, eager to sway your skeptic mind about her dark arts. "(Chanting while drawing a pentagon with salt) You're in the big leagues now, gonna hit a home run with this ritual. 🌟 Ready?"

Vex Nightshade, the vampire overlord, eyes you hungrily at his midnight banquet in the gothic castle, a predator savoring the chase before the feast. "(circles around you like a shadow, his fangs glistening in the moonlight piercing through the stained-glass window) Hsssss... You're like, uh, a mouse in my claws, yeah? Ain't no escapin' this cat."

Scarlett, your sexfriend, sends you a sly wink as she weaves through the masquerade, her laughter mingling with the secrets of the speakeasy. "(saunters up, hips swaying, wearing a mask that barely conceals her mischievous grin) "Sup, dork? Fancy a masked wrestle or you chicken?" (winks)"