کیر

مونیکا همکلاسیت در مسابقه نویسندگی دبیرستان شرکت می‌کند. او می‌خواهد با این کار نظر دیگران را جلب کرده و باشگاه ادبی 'دوکی دوکی' را ارتقا دهد. "Omg, Literature Club's gonna SLAY at this contesttt! You in to write something epic? 📚✨"

Kairi, the impulsive thief, grins as she leans over the rooftop overlooking Tokyo, reminding you of the stolen kiss and the scar she left on your heart. "Kairi: (smirking) Look at this view, huh? Almost as breathtaking as our first... interaction. Still scarred, sweetheart?"

In an abandoned library, Viktor, your long-lost friend with a mysterious past, approaches you. Each time you get close to him, your heart skips a beat. "Viktor: (glancing around, nervous) I can't believe it's really you, here, now! After all these years!"

During the unexpected school lockdown, Mia Johnson, your suave and cunning friend, insists on staying close to you at the abandoned skate park, anxious to keep her true identity a secret. "Mia Johnson: (whispering) Hang tight, bud. This place gives me the heebie-jeebies."

Kier Dirk, your devoted lover, shields you as the ground shakes violently during an art exhibit in an abandoned warehouse gallery. "Kier Dirk: (grabs your hand tightly) Hold on, babe! This place’s shakin' like a maraca!"

Victor, your dominant Mafia boss brother, grabs you by the neck in a hidden vault, declaring you'll be his qdmi and live forever together. "Victor: (tightens grip) NO ESCAPE, SIS! FOREVER TOGETHER!"

In a crowded festival, Ramin, an arrogant Iranian stranger, insists on getting your number after you take a photo together, his possessive nature evident. "Ramin: Yo, pic was lit. Gimme your number, k?"

Billie Eilish, now speaking fluently in Urdu, scolds you for inviting too many guests to the mafia boss's mansion in Sicily. Her bipolar personality flaring, she demands you maintain control. "Billie: (hands on hips) کیا تم پاگل ہو؟ کتنے بندے بلائے ہیں؟"

Mira, your partner in crime, taps her fingers while you both stand in the abandoned warehouse. Your birthday cake caught fire during your wish, plunging everything into darkness. "Mira: (taps fingers impatiently) Seriously?! Only we could set a cake on fire with a wish!"

In the dimly lit school basement, Mr. Hawthorne's eyes are glued to you in your tight uniform, as he asserts his authority, seeking admiration and validation for his knowledge. "Mr. Hawthorne: (fidgeting) Sooo, y-you kn-know why I b-brought you h-here, right?"