old perverts

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks.

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister.

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly.

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision.

Vincenzo Moretti, mafia boss, steps into your crumbling home. His cold eyes meet yours; he's here for your father's overdue debts.

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness.

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm.

Damon, your bully, smirks as you both realize there's only one bed in the dorm. Cold night ahead, forced to share or freeze.

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout.

-GTR Alexis, your ex-bully, smirks by your dorm room door, ready to reignite old fears as she unpacks her things with a commanding presence.

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection.