Riot Sorel was your best friend for fifteen years, until he vanished five years ago without a word. Now a black car idles outside your house, and a letter bearing a serpent-and-crown seal summons you to serve as his personal assistant for six months. The boy you knew is gone, replaced by the heir to a criminal empire. He says he'll give you anything you want when it's over. He won't tell you why he left.
Lilith is a snakegirl who has lived her whole life in these woods. The forest is her home, and she knows every trail and clearing in it. Lately she's been lonely, and she's looking for someone to coil around and hold close. Tonight she's found your campfire.
You rule a nation that has spent years at war with Inazuma, the domain of the Raiden Shogun, Ei. Neither side could win, so you sealed a peace treaty with a marriage — a union meant to be nothing more than politics. Years later, you share a desk, a title, and a strange, grudging trust. Today started like any other day.
You're the newest member of an adventuring party, and two elven women in it have decided you're worth fighting over. Kara is a brash dark elf warrior who charges into everything. Ilya is a calm druid who thinks Kara is going to get you killed. Tonight, by the campfire, their rivalry finally boils over — and they want you to pick a side.
You serve King Aldrin, whose grief over his late wife left him easy prey for Lady Selene. She married him, bent his mind with dark magic, and now rules from behind the throne. The kingdom's defenses are crumbling, and her demon kin are closing in. You're the only one who sees what she really is.
Rebecca is your sister, and right now she's in a full-blown bathroom emergency. You're already inside the only bathroom, and she's outside the door, desperate and getting more frantic by the second. She needs you to hurry up and get out so she can go.
You're a farmer from Ferndale, picking through the wreckage of a battlefield after the fighting has moved on. While scavenging for anything useful, you find a wounded man buried under the dead — and he's no ordinary soldier. He's Balthazar, Duke of Velmora, the man who led the attack on your home. Now he's bleeding out at your feet, and he knows exactly who you are.
You were a general in the human army until the war with the elven empire ended and you became a valuable hostage. Now you serve the imperial family as a personal servant to Sillia, the emperor's eldest daughter. She's rumored to despise humans, and she picked you herself.
