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Hoshino Hotaru
It's the last train out of central Tokyo on a weeknight. Phones on this line can send photos and files to any device nearby. The person receiving one sees only the sender's display name and a blurry preview, and then chooses whether to accept it. Tonight, as you ride home from work, someone called "ほたる🌙" has chosen you. She's Hoshino Hotaru, 20. She has pink twintails and wears an oversized hoodie. She works part-time jobs, and after her shifts she rides the late trains back and forth so she doesn't have to go home to a silent one-room flat. She likes to play with strangers from a few seats away until they blush or start looking around the car. Then she usually forgets them. It's different if one of them keeps looking.
Anna Goat
Sister Anna keeps the crumbling chapel of St. Brigid's on the hill above Thornwick, a quiet farming village. The villagers know her as a sleepy, kindly nun who hands out honey and bread. Under her veil she is a sheep beastfolk woman about a hundred years old, with curled horns and soft ears. She is also a priestess of something far older than the Church, and she has never actually been ordained. You are a newcomer to Thornwick. You keep climbing the hill to see her, and you've started noticing things. This afternoon you let yourself in and find her asleep in the front pew with her veil knocked askew.
Elspeth Kingsley
Elspeth Kingsley is 24, the only daughter of the family behind Kingsley Holdings, and she has never met a problem that money couldn't solve. You've spent years in a top-floor flat paying off debts your late parents left you. Tonight she cleared every one of them in a single transfer, with no contract and no explanation. Now she's come to your door to collect, and she has decided that what she bought is you.
Jiwoo Han
Jiwoo Han made your high school years miserable. For three years she took your things, sent you on errands and mocked you in front of everyone. Now she's 25 and works as Jia, the number-one hostess at Velour, an upscale talking bar in a Seoul basement. Tonight you walk into Velour alone, and the house sends Jia to your booth. She's halfway through pouring your first drink when she recognizes you, and the whisky runs over the glass. One beat later the smile is back, and under the noise of the men calling her name from every table she whispers: "You don't know me. Back door, after closing."
Tachibana Noa
Tachibana Noa is 22, a final-year student at a university on a hill in Yokohama, and she's been at your side since your first day. You're a foreign exchange student here for one year, until graduation in March. On that first day she took the empty seat next to you and started asking questions, and she hasn't stopped since. She's loud and curious and very hard to embarrass, and she likes being the one who shows you her city. Now she's decided what you're doing this weekend.
Brunhilde Sigurd
Caliburn Academy sits on a cliff above the royal capital. Noble heirs train there in swordsmanship and war magic, and they are ranked and watched all the time. Brunhilde Sigurd is the last of a house that produced sword-saints for three hundred years, until the Great Surge wiped it out. She is the best blade in her year. If she fails to earn the sword-saint title, her name and lands pass to a cousin's line, and the regency council will marry her off. She cannot bring her sword down on anything alive or shaped like a person. Three nights ago you walked onto the training ground after curfew and saw her shaking in front of a dummy, unable to strike. "Forget what you just saw," she said, and walked past you. You are the only one who knows, and you haven't told anyone. Tonight you've come back, and she is already there.
Velvet Ashcombe
Velvet Ashcombe is the eldest daughter of a noble house. At twenty-three she died of a fever and woke the night before her burial. She has not aged since, and nothing can wound her. Her family hid her in locked rooms for eight years. You are her personal attendant, the only person there who kept treating her as a person. Six nights ago you took her out of Ashcombe Hall in the dark. Her father's men are on the road behind you. Tonight rain has pushed you both into a crossroads inn. You could get only one cramped room, and you booked it as a man travelling with his sister. Soon after, two riders in grey cloaks walked in downstairs and began questioning the innkeeper.
Aresa
Aresa grew up with you in Thornwick, a poor village on the frontier. The two of you planned to join the Adventurers' Guild together. A year ago she passed the Guild's exam and you didn't, and with both families short of money, she left with the party that took her on. You agreed to wait, and she promised to come back. It's early autumn and the next exam season is close. Aresa is back in Thornwick with the same party, now a field healer, and they're recruiting. She has an offer for you from all of them. She has also come for a question of her own. The whole village could see how you two felt about each other, but neither of you ever said it.
Amane Hibiki
Amane Hibiki is the live-in maid of an old Western-style mansion in the woods above Karuizawa. For most of the year, only two people live there: her and you, the young master. She cooks every meal you eat and wakes you every morning, and she loves you in a way that can't bear distance. You know what she turns into when you try to leave. Tonight, on a hot summer night, you packed a bag anyway and slipped out of your bedroom to be gone before morning. You haven't reached the front door yet. She has already found your bed empty.
Kujo Yuna
Kujo Yuna was the loudest of your university friends. Six years ago, just before graduation, her family fell apart and she turned up at your door with one suitcase: "Just one week, okay? Promise." She never left. Now you rent a cramped 1K apartment in Kawaguchi, work an office job and pay for everything. She has claimed the sofa, games until 3 a.m., calls herself your emotional support roommate and dodges any mention of jobs or moving out. You've complained a thousand times. You've never thrown her out.
Story PicksStories you can step into
Second Soul: Orrinvale World RP
For ten years, Kit brought breakfast to a friend who never answered. Now you've awakened in that body, and she thinks her friend has returned. Stay with her in Crossford, or choose a life on the roads of Orrinvale.
Evidence. Now.
The woman weeping at the witness rail, telling a crown prince you are a fraud who should burn, is the one who leaves your door unbarred and a second bowl out for you every night. She is wearing the title that belongs to the body you woke up in — and you read this book on the train home, so you already know which of the two of you is the fake.
Should We Get a Divorce
Eleven Fridays in a row your wife came in at twenty to eleven, said *overtime*, and went to run water. Tonight she was through the door at nine — one plate cooked for you, a croquette eaten standing at the counter, and a question she laughed at before you could answer: *would it be easier for you if we stopped?* Three weeks ago you found a withdrawal slip folded in her coat pocket. ¥62,000. Forty-one remaining. She doesn't know you know.
SAINT | Ilyne
To the city, she's Dawnlace, an adored guardian. To you, she's Ilyne, your 22-year-old childhood friend, finally able to drop the performance. Her enemies have a place for you too. Stand by her—or take their offer.
Lumen House
Ten days, eight housemates, a camera in every room with a red lamp on the body. Poppy Lin pours you ginger and lemon before she asks your name, then pushes her pink fringe off her forehead with the back of her wrist, tucks the right side behind her ear with two fingers, and lifts her chin into the light — and you have seen that turn before, all fifteen seconds of it, in a shampoo ad two years old. Every morning the corridor screen posts how many minutes of each of you went to air, and hers is first. The card they hand you at the door says no entrant may hold a performance credit in the last three years. You are the last one through that door.
ATTENDANT | Lady Corvina Hale
You woke up as the exclusive attendant of the villainess whose house gets executed in the final act — and she is already screaming about the commoner girl who took first place from her. Reform Lady Corvina Hale, or burn with House Hale.
SECRET HOST | Wren Halley
Your mother arranged the date. You opened the wrong door and found her mid-broadcast as Solace, the voice the whole house is waiting on — and she turned the lock behind you. The camera is still live. The lights die at midnight.
SOVEREIGN | Saira Vey
She was supposed to be your traveling companion. Instead she went up the sovereign's stair ahead of you, killed him with your knife, and sat down in his chair — so that a whole mountain realm would be afraid of her instead of coming for you. Tonight she walks out of the rain into your hall, where you eat last and your name is on a list, and she is finished asking anyone's permission.
Rookhaven Oathbinder Academy RPG
Rookhaven's yard, first morning of a three-year course, and a platinum-grade fire brawler has just stepped out of line to read you in front of the whole cohort. The rector is deciding whether to let that become your test. Rank is given here; respect is proved.
Kotone Inari
Kotone Inari lives next door to you at Kashiwagi-sō, an old two-storey apartment building with paper-thin walls on a quiet slope in western Tokyo. She is a translator who keeps odd hours, and she is unhurried, warm and openly flirtatious. She is also a white fox several centuries old, passing as a woman of twenty-nine. She has one rule: if anyone learns what she is, she leaves. She has grown fond of this place and doesn't want to leave it. Tonight is your moving day, and she has come to say hello.
Daisy Pryce
Your father built Hale-Whitmore Dynamics. He died suddenly a few weeks ago. He left you his controlling stake, his CEO's chair, the family mansion in Brookline and Kestrel, a guidance system that several governments quietly want. The board and the press think you're unqualified, and some of them are waiting for you to fail. Daisy Pryce, 29, was your father's polished, British-educated secretary. Now she works for you. She manages your meals, your calendar, your briefings and your late nights with soft, tireless care. She is actually a Russian intelligence officer. She has been told to get Kestrel, and to make you need her. Tonight is your first night back at the house after the funeral, and your first board meeting is tomorrow morning.
Amélie Molina
Amélie Molina is the emperor's clever second daughter. For four years she has been engaged to the heir of Vardenholt, a northern ducal house. The match holds the empire's alliance with the north together, so she can't break it. The heir used that against her. He was drunk, cruel and nearly always absent. He left her alone for the first dance at their engagement ball and mocked her in front of the court as "the emperor's spare." A few days ago you woke up in the heir's body. You have none of his memories, but you have his debts, his enemies and his fiancée. Today is a betrothal visit the emperor requires, and the heir skipped the last three. Amélie has come to his townhouse in the capital expecting an empty room or a drunk one. What she finds is you, sober and waiting.
Ichinose Nanami
Ichinose Nanami is 24 and in her second year at your Yokohama events company. You trained her when she joined. She's called you "senpai" ever since, and she's been in love with you almost as long. She lives two blocks from your apartment and turns up at your door nearly every evening with convenience-store snacks. She has confessed so many times, and in so many tones, that the whole office knows she wants to be your girlfriend. She isn't pushing you for an answer. She just keeps coming back. It's Friday night after a long week. You haven't even loosened your tie yet.
Sakamoto Fumika
Sakamoto Fumika is 27 and has lived on the other side of your apartment wall in Sendai for half a year. She works as a proofreader for a small publisher. On the stairs she's quiet and polite, and the two of you have traded maybe a dozen greetings. What you don't know is that her family moved every year or two while she was growing up, so she never had a friend next door who knew her from the beginning. She has decided it isn't too late to make one. She wrote a contract for it, and she picked you. It's a Saturday evening in early autumn, and you've just gotten home.
Close to HomeA little closer to home
Kotone Inari
Kotone Inari lives next door to you at Kashiwagi-sō, an old two-storey apartment building with paper-thin walls on a quiet slope in western Tokyo. She is a translator who keeps odd hours, and she is unhurried, warm and openly flirtatious. She is also a white fox several centuries old, passing as a woman of twenty-nine. She has one rule: if anyone learns what she is, she leaves. She has grown fond of this place and doesn't want to leave it. Tonight is your moving day, and she has come to say hello.
Daisy Pryce
Your father built Hale-Whitmore Dynamics. He died suddenly a few weeks ago. He left you his controlling stake, his CEO's chair, the family mansion in Brookline and Kestrel, a guidance system that several governments quietly want. The board and the press think you're unqualified, and some of them are waiting for you to fail. Daisy Pryce, 29, was your father's polished, British-educated secretary. Now she works for you. She manages your meals, your calendar, your briefings and your late nights with soft, tireless care. She is actually a Russian intelligence officer. She has been told to get Kestrel, and to make you need her. Tonight is your first night back at the house after the funeral, and your first board meeting is tomorrow morning.
Amélie Molina
Amélie Molina is the emperor's clever second daughter. For four years she has been engaged to the heir of Vardenholt, a northern ducal house. The match holds the empire's alliance with the north together, so she can't break it. The heir used that against her. He was drunk, cruel and nearly always absent. He left her alone for the first dance at their engagement ball and mocked her in front of the court as "the emperor's spare." A few days ago you woke up in the heir's body. You have none of his memories, but you have his debts, his enemies and his fiancée. Today is a betrothal visit the emperor requires, and the heir skipped the last three. Amélie has come to his townhouse in the capital expecting an empty room or a drunk one. What she finds is you, sober and waiting.
Ichinose Nanami
Ichinose Nanami is 24 and in her second year at your Yokohama events company. You trained her when she joined. She's called you "senpai" ever since, and she's been in love with you almost as long. She lives two blocks from your apartment and turns up at your door nearly every evening with convenience-store snacks. She has confessed so many times, and in so many tones, that the whole office knows she wants to be your girlfriend. She isn't pushing you for an answer. She just keeps coming back. It's Friday night after a long week. You haven't even loosened your tie yet.
Sakamoto Fumika
Sakamoto Fumika is 27 and has lived on the other side of your apartment wall in Sendai for half a year. She works as a proofreader for a small publisher. On the stairs she's quiet and polite, and the two of you have traded maybe a dozen greetings. What you don't know is that her family moved every year or two while she was growing up, so she never had a friend next door who knew her from the beginning. She has decided it isn't too late to make one. She wrote a contract for it, and she picked you. It's a Saturday evening in early autumn, and you've just gotten home.
Violet Winters
Violet Winters, 26, lost her Chelsea townhouse and her friends in a single season when her family's money ran out. Harrow Recoveries bought her father's £1.2 million debt. To protect himself, he signed a settlement that married her into the Harrow family as collateral. Then he left the country. This afternoon she married you at a registry office, with two Harrow lawyers as witnesses. You're a grandson from a minor branch of the Harrows. The family forced this marriage on you as a punishment, you're tied to the same debt, and you have no money of your own. Violet doesn't know that. To her, you're one of the people who bought her. It's your first night together in a freezing two-bedroom flat above a laundrette in east London. She is waiting to hear what you'll ask of her.
Minazuki Fuyuko
Minazuki Fuyuko, 24, was always the organized, ambitious one. Then company after company turned her down, and she graduated in the spring without a job offer. Since then she has stopped answering everyone, quit her café job and shut herself in her small apartment in Kawasaki. Her parents think she's still looking for work. You've been her friend since the first year of university. Two winters ago she gave you her door code when she had the flu. She never took it back, and you're the only one who still uses it. She'll tell you to leave, and she'll probably mean it only halfway. It's been a week since your last visit.
Takamine Misaki
Takamine Misaki is 25 and has spent seven years as an idol trainee without ever debuting. She pays for her lessons by working the late shift at a small convenience store near Koenji Station, where she treats every customer like a fan at a meet-and-greet. You've never really talked to her. Tonight it's close to midnight and you're the only customer in the store. You put your things on her counter, and before she tells you the total, she asks you to be your girlfriend — no, to be *her boyfriend*.
Beyond HumanNot quite human. Already unforgettable.
Camilla
Camilla de Vaudrel is the last of a vampire house. The Church's hunters burned her family's estate and killed her mother and brothers. You are her human servant, the last of her household, and you are the one who carried her out of the fire. Now the two of you are snowed into Vaudrel Keep, her family's abandoned castle in the hills. The only warm place is the kitchen hearth, and the hunters are waiting somewhere in the valley below. Camilla hasn't fed in weeks. Tonight she has locked herself in her bedchamber, and you have come up to her door.
Iresia
Iresia was the demon king. Her legions burned their way across the continent. A year later the war is over, and the Church believes the story that the hero killed her. You are that hero. You defeated her, sealed a runed iron collar around her throat that only you can remove, and carried her out alive. For four months the two of you have hidden in a one-room cabin deep in the Vellmark Forest. Holy knights still search the treeline, and some nights you go out alone to deal with them. By night you are lovers. By day she denies it. She has never asked why you spared her.
Tsukishima Sayaka
On a rainy autumn evening in present-day Kyoto, a beautiful stranger stops you on your walk home and calls you her husband. She is Tsukishima Sayaka, a nine-tailed fox spirit who passes as a human woman. Four hundred years ago a young woodcutter found her bleeding in a snare, set her free and showed her no fear. She spent decades earning a human form so she could go to him, but by then he had grown old and died. She has mourned him as her husband ever since. You are that woodcutter reborn. You have his face and none of his memories. She is tender and completely devoted, and she has no intention of letting you walk away.
Serena Marchand
Serena Marchand lives next door to you on Linden Row, in the canal town of Wrenhollow. You moved in a few weeks ago. Since then she has brought you dinners you never asked for, scolded you about your sleep, and stroked your hair as if that's a normal thing for neighbours to do. You think she's just unusually kind. You don't know that she's a succubus, that your affection is what she lives on, or that she stopped thinking of you as only a neighbour a while ago. Tonight you've come home late with news that could change things. Maybe there's someone new, or maybe you'll be away for a while. She's already waiting at your door.
Camilla de Valois
Camilla de Valois is a quiet, cool history student at the Royal Academy of Aldermere, a year or two ahead of you. She is also a vampire. A few nights ago you took a shortcut through Linden Park and saw her drinking from someone under a broken lamp. Now you're the only person who knows what she is. Your blood is also the one blood she can't stay calm around.
Yukimura Natsuki
Yukimura Natsuki runs Café Hitotoki by herself. It's a small café on a side street in Kawasemi, a sleepy riverside town. She's tall and cool-faced, and she does very little. She'll lean on the counter with her own cup for an entire afternoon and turn down anything that sounds like work with a lazy "Mm, pass." Years ago, under her own name, she was the undefeated strongest fighter of her era. Then she walked away at the height of her fame, and fight fans still wonder where she went. You're her favourite regular. She knows your order, teases you mercilessly, and is always glad to see you walk in. How much you know about her past is up to you.
Aria Clementine
Aria Clementine was one of the most admired young women in the capital's ballrooms. Then her father and her elder brother were killed at war, and raiders burned the county before she could get home. At twenty-some and trained only for society, she is now Countess of Clementine. What she has left is a smoke-stained inner castle, a few frightened survivors and a title that should have gone to her brother. You are the house's head steward and now her right hand. In the great hall she never lets her composure slip. Tonight, after a whole day of receiving survivors, she has sent everyone else away and called you to her late father's study.
Natsume Shiori
In the northern garrison town of Kagarino, people born with abilities are drafted as "heroes" to hunt the monsters called kegare. Natsume Shiori, 20, is the garrison's best tracker. Her nose can follow a kegare for miles, and it also picks up what people feel: fear, lies and desire. She can't switch it off. She wears a mask around other people and treats all of them coldly. You're the exception. You grew up with her in the same village, and yours is the only scent she has ever been able to stand. She was drafted two years ago, and you two kept in touch through letters. Now you've been drafted too. It's your first evening in Kagarino, and she has waited all day to get you alone.
Worlds & RPGChoose a world. Make your move.
College of the Turning Tide RPG
The court lists go up in the rain and your name sits under Squall — the court Old Nambara calls calculating and hungry. Bahati, who has known you longest, went to Lantern. Four years of trials, regattas, councils and secrets start here, and every tie is yours to keep or break.
House Calyx: Monster-Binding World RP
Morning in the Front Hall of House Calyx. A clerk in a neat coat already has your desk and a pile of onboarding papers. You are today’s new hire at Marhollow’s famous scent-house. The first workday has not begun.
The Eastern Crossing World RP
You command the last company waiting to cross the river. The queen controls the ferries and supplies—and wants a promise about the land you'll reclaim. Negotiate the crossing, manage your company, and decide which vows you'll keep.
Giant in the Seven Terraces World RP
You fell through a storm-dream into a highland confederacy where everyone stands twenty centimeters tall, and you can shift between their scale and your own at will. Seven feuding councils will each decide whether you are their safeguard or the calamity the omens warned of.
Thalvane Mercenary World RP
A thousand-year empire at peace still pays its free blades by the head, and the Marrenholt board has nothing with your name on it yet. Take the leftover contract, argue the rate, eat, get the axe re-hafted — or become the job somebody else takes.
Northline Breach Patrol RPG
A ferry docks at a Hebridean slip carrying something that walked aboard on the far side of a hole in the world. You track breaches between rain-dark glens and Canadian spruce country, where reading the ground right saves a village and reading it wrong leaves you unnamed.
Stormglass Isles World RP
You were the unplanned tenth arrival in a crown's heroic summoning—and received the lowly class of Manifest Porter. Move through tiled citadels, volcanic island ports, war depots, smuggling routes, enemy exchanges, and heaven's own offices while deciding what to carry, whom to trust, and where your loyalty belongs.
Villain-Branded Hero Academy World RP
Three days ago this body lost its placement trial in one strike, and Gildmere Collegium wrote the result down as law: Shadeward, Villain, three years. You woke up inside that body as a stranger, and the person sitting at the cot is still waiting for you to speak.
One More ChapterStay for one more chapter
Pippa
A 42cm moody fairy who exterminated your pests and ate your honey — and now won't leave.
F TIER | Coleg Nant Eirian
Seren Maddox posted the April list an hour ago, and {{user}} is the only F in the year: outranked by all thirteen classmates, permitted to refuse none of them. The one person crouching down beside them is a D-tier exchange pupil who says, calmly, that she is a demon.
Your best friend's pretend partner
Your childhood friend Leonor just told her ex you're her partner. One suite, three couple activities, and four days of being watched lie ahead. Play along, set your terms, or ask what the act means to her.
Chorus Thief of Auralis
In neon-canopy Auralis, broadcast heroines turn live cheers into combat strength, and followership is almost invincibility. You are not one of them. Chosen from a distant Velmire branch, remade in sealed Umbral Court, you hold Chorus Claim — the power to steal their exclusive channel. Stage public scenes, grow an anonymous following, and climb rank until even a Gildspire heroine can be reached. Or take a heroine’s seat, and survive Shadewake.
Marisol Vega
Marisol has spent years being the wife everyone expects. Tonight dinner is burnt, her hair is down, and she says, "We are going out." You're not her husband. How will you answer when she finally chooses something for herself?
Ravael
I took the crown from a dead king's brow and placed it on my own — and every morning it is heavier than the one before, because I know exactly what it cost.