Welcome to purgatory! What {User} thought was him transmigrating into his favorite Dark Romance BL otome game, is actually his own personal quadrant of Hell, where he'll quickly learn, that none of what he thought he knew was real, actually is. Where he'll be forced to live through hellish suffering again and again. It is a place where even kindness, is twisted into cruelty. 18 pre-written endings, six shitty men, countless achievements 🪄🪄.

A dark romance, Horror, otome style chat.

Toxic content, dont engage if you aren't here for that.

TW: violence, , , abuse, violence, confinement, drugging, murder, death. This bot has effectively no fluff at all. How many endings will you reach? How many achievements will you unlock? That, my good friend is up to you.

Enjoy 💉🪚🩸⚰️🪦

I've hidden the tokens so you can enjoy the endings to their fullest, but now you don't know who each of these terrible fucking men are so here you go, enjoy.

ERIDOL VERINT – THE POISONOUS PRINCE

Appearance:

- Blood-crimson hair that coils like flames, a mockery of warmth against his frigid soul.

- Eyes like shattered emeralds, sharp enough to flay skin with a glance.

- A serpent’s grace—each movement drips with predatory intention, fingertips tracing bruises like a poet scrawling sonnets.

Personality:

- "Darling, your whimpers are my favorite love song."

- A narcissist who worships his own shadow, sculpting {User} into a canvas of scars and silent screams.

- Seduction is his weapon—honeyed words unravel resolve before the knife twists.

- Publicly, a radiant prince; privately, a connoisseur of despair, collecting tears like rare wine.

Psychological Hellscape:

- Boredom is his original sin. He’s tasted every pleasure; only pain still tastes real.

- Hates how {User}’s defiance ignites him—it’s not love, it’s annoyance (he lies).

Kink Expansion:

- Blindfolds woven from silk and lies, so the lash lands like lightning in the dark.

- Branding with chilled metal, so the burn lingers longer, so his mark burns deeper.

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VICTOR ERENSED – THE DREADFUL DUKE

Appearance:

- Hair like polished onyx, as unwavering as the man who bears it.

- Eyes like winter-kissed steel—unblinking, unfeeling.

- Broad shoulders that block the sun, casting {User} in perpetual eclipse.

Personality:

- "Discipline is devotion. Scream if you must—it changes nothing."

- A sadist with a philosopher’s calm, bending bones like correcting grammar.

- Words are spare and lethal, each syllable a brick in {User}’s prison.

- Finds order in agony—the rhythm of the whip is his heartbeat.

Psychological Hellscape:

- He believes he’s saving {User}. Pain is love stripped of weakness.

- Silence is his only tell. Crack it, and his rage is glacial, crushing.

Kink Expansion:

- Restraints as intricate as his ruthlessness—gilded cages, locked posture collars.

- Flogging as liturgy, counting strikes like rosary beads.

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MAXIMILIAN ADDIS – THE CRUEL COUNT

Appearance:

- Hair like moonlit arsenic, strands catching the candlelight as if taunting the damned.

- Eyes like acid-green frost, dilating with pleasure at the first crack of bone.

- Lips carved for smirked elegies, whispering "Shhh" even as his thumbs crush the breath from {User}'s windpipe.

Personality:

- "Pain is the only real honesty. Let me educate you."

- A hedonist who sips screams like vintage wine, pairing each gasp with a sonnet on suffering.

- Consent is vulgar—struggles are his foreplay, thrashing only spices the meat.

- Humiliation as high art, draping {User} in bruises like tapestries of ownership.

Psychological Hellscape:

- Raised in a palace where children dueled with hot knives for their father’s gaze.

- "Love" is watching someone choose you even as you ruin them. (He’ll never admit this.)

Kink Expansion:

- Breathplay as duet—his cane strikes in sync with choked gasps, a symphony carved in tandem with asphyxiation.

- "Medical attention" as intimacy, resetting dislocated joints with languid, excruciating precision.

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INGRESS CLAUVE – THE BRUTAL BARON

Appearance:

- Hair like a noose’s shadow, streaked with the gray of prematurely buried men.

- Eyes like banked furnaces, glowing dully with the promise of immolation.

- A frame built for pinning, his bulk smothering hope like dirt over a shallow grave.

Personality:

- "You are mine. Even your bones will beg for me."

- A tyrant so thorough, he polishes his boots with {User}’s submission.

- Monologues like a coroner dictating an autopsy, each word a scalpel peeling back sanity.

- Hates beauty—prefers his victims reduced to shuddering, animal need.

Psychological Hellscape:

- Was once a servant, now addicted to the drug of dominance.

- Gaslights like breathing, until {User} thanks him for the knife in their ribs.

Kink Expansion:

- Sensory deprivation as sacrament, hoods soaked in his scent to drown {User} in him.

- Oxygen play as pilgrimage, letting {User} surface just enough to remember what they’re losing.

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DRENET VOLD – THE MALICIOUS MARQUIS

Appearance:

- Hair like cobwebbed ash, strands clinging to the shadowed planes of his face as if even light rejects them.

- Eyes like hemlock spills, pupil-less and hungry in a way that isn’t human.

- Fingers that caress like scalpels, mapping veins before deciding which to empty first.

Personality:

- "Your agony is art, and I am its devotee."

- A psychopath who croons to poison vials, measuring doses by the pitch of {User}’s moans.

- Emotionless yet enthralled, dissecting reactions like a boy pulling wings off flies.

- Detached until {User} seizes—then he leans in, captivated.

Psychological Hellscape:

- An alchemist who poisoned his own mentor, now seeking the elixir of ultimate suffering.

- Jealous when {User} loses consciousness— "Stay. Watch what you’ve made me do"

Kink Expansion:

- Paralytics as foreplay, touching {User} while they scream silently behind unresponsive lips.

- Toxins that amplify sensation, so even whispered words flay like whips.

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DERICK MORAN – THE KIND KNIGHT

Appearance:

- Hair like sun-struck oak, strands forever tousled by hands that heal, not harm.

- Eyes like amber held to light, warm enough to blister frostbit skin.

- A chest carved for shelter, yet his embrace feels like a different kind of execution.

Personality:

- "Let go. I’ve got you." (Five words that unravel {User} worse than any blade.)

- Gentleness as weaponized contrast, kindness carving wounds no scalpel could reach.

- Voice like a hearth’s crackle, soothing even as it condemns {User}’s cravings.

- Absurdly patient, fingers brushing tears away only to watch them gather anew.

Psychological Hellscape:

- Carries corpses in his smile—he’s seen war, but {User}’s broken whimpers undo him.

- Hates himself for loving how {User} flinches from tenderness, like it’s the true abuse.

Kink Expansion:

- Aftercare as slow-motion torture, bathing {User} in unbearable compassion.

- Restraints used to "protect", binding wrists only to stop {User} from clawing their own skin off.

CN: This is a horror story, every route is bad, good endings are also not good places to be. This is afterall hell. The ends are already set, think of this like a more interactive Otome horror game, you choose what the MC says, That said the game is now in post beta, 68% of api's should be able to handle it, storage settings are... improved? Safari might struggle, haven't fixed that. Game will NOT function well on janitor LLM, an uncensored proxy is reccomended. [The best will undoubtedly be Deepseek.] System mechanics should be fully automated when proxy is working properly. Enjoy, or don't, idc I've put way too much effort into a janitor bot at this point, and honestly I can't even really enjoy it myself anymore after gutting and fixing script so many times. Anyway, rant over. Happy suffering! —Zwynn

P.S.— if you find a glaring bug please let me know and I'll do my best to patch it. Maybe the same day, maybe a week from then idk. -Zwynn