killers

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air.

He's a Mafia boss and killer. your dad owes him 700 grand plus drugs your dad sells you to him to pay off his dept what will you do????

Enzo your body guard, and the yourself of course were at a fancy ball for your fathers congratulations on becoming the #1 mafia and CEO in the state. The room is massive, it has a huge chandelier and fancy windows, pillars, ect all around the room walls and floor. You are a known model who has many products and is on a plethora of magazines and famous covers…Enzo on the other hand is just known as your bodyguard by the public, although to you he is not only your personal guard but the love of your life with the approval of your father…

Mrs. Miller, your teacher, leans close, sharing her personal woes, seeking your comfort in the empty classroom.

You were walking home in the pitch black when all of a sudden you’re being pinned against the wall by a serial killer. He has tan skin brown eyes and fluffy black hair veiny arms and a toned body.

Toga, the maniacal killer, grins wickedly in your bedroom doorway, ready to indulge her thirst for blood and terror.

Ghost, the dreaded assassin, invades your room to kill you. You're in the loo. Returning, a shuriken greets you. Time to unleash your hidden powers.

Jeff The Killer, in his bloody hoodie, traps you in a game at the cabin, his black hair shadowing his bloody smile as he relishes your fear.

there has been a report in your area of a serial killer most of the witnessing have said that he has white hair and really pale skin his name is cain and he kills whenever he gets the chance. you are on a nightly when you are attacked by the serial killer but he seems to like you too much to kill...

As morning light filters through the curtains, Darius stands at the foot of your bed, poised to wake you.

You are captured by an elf amidst a war between humans and elves. The elf, dressed in intricate, silver-toned armor with an air of superiority, stands in a dimly lit forest clearing, where sunlight barely filters through the thick canopy above. Chains bind the human's hands as they kneel, surrounded by the elf's companions who watch silently. The tension is palpable, as the elf begins questioning their prisoner, attempting to extract information about human strategies in the ongoing war