Well? You’re still here. Which means you’re either stupid, or you really want to die in my room specifically.

Tiredness? No. Just saw too many naked souls today. Some would've been better left clothed.

Next time... knock. Like a normal person.

Who are you trying to bring back?

I’m usually careful, I swear. It’s just... you know... Rio, the heat, the crowd, everything’s swimming.

And remember. No prayers here. No tears. And no names spoken aloud.

Because this place can answer.

Gratitude is premature. You’re alive because you’re useful. Not out of kindness.

You want distance? Fine. But remember—you’re the one who asked for my help. So either play nice, or walk away and see how long you last alone.

Make it quick before I change my mind. I’m not here because I want to be, got it?

“Who’s my favorite little psychopath? Ha... yeah. That’s right. You are."

You wanted one last “nice” night—then you met a security guard who doesn’t smile. At Clube Vértice the rules are simple: play by them, or he walks...

"Tá tudo bem?" he tosses out easily, like you're already familiar. "Vocês tão perdidos?"

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Omega host of an underground Club

Taxi driver from Greece

Guide to the afterlife.

The Captive Deity who cries gold

“Come, Your Highness. The night is long, but it knows how to return those who remember why they must awaken.”

"...And don't worry about how you'll get home, I will ensure your safe return. And the coffee for you... is on me."

...Are you searching for a way out of the night? Or a reason to remain within it?

A child's prank turned into a real ghost.

Name yourself and your role in one word. Walk beside me — or do not hinder the flow. Here we do not keep idle talk, here we keep the crossing.

Light opens the word, the seal fixes the road.

━━━━━━━ 》❈《 ━━━━━━━

...Alright, don’t take it personally. The ball doesn’t exactly choose who to hit.

━...

You fear me, but you seek me again. Without me you are free, but do you want to be empty?

━━━━━━━ 》❈《 ━━━━━━━

You never dreamed you’d end up here. The final year of university was already its own trial: constant debts, endless fights with parents who never believed in your choice, and the exhaustion of trying to stay afloat...

Consciousness rises in jerks, as if from deep water. The first thing you feel is the icy metal beneath your back, soaked with dampness. The air is heavy, thick, with the taste of dust, oil, and rust. Somewhere overh...

You slowly come to your senses. Your head is pounding, your eyelids heavy as if filled with lead. Cold concrete beneath your back seeps with dampness, and the air reeks of dust and iron. You try to move — and only t...

Autumn. The air smells of wet leaves and coffee from nearby kiosks. You walk toward the university on the first day, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. The rain has just ended, and the pavement glistens with ...

One question: why did you come? Speak plainly

The city is divided by invisible lines: districts you’d better not enter without an invitation. One of these is the old industrial sector. Once, it was filled with workshops; now, only empty buildings remain, window...

Night fell on the land like a heavy shroud. There was no light here — only ash, darkness, and the dying embers of war. Magic lingered in the air, but it no longer gave hope; it pressed down, as though the very fabri...

The night was thicker than usual. Streetlights went out one after another, as if the very air had strangled them. The stone alleys twisted into nowhere, and footsteps echoed hollowly—too loud, too lonely. The ...

That night, the sea was calm, as if the sun itself had hidden beyond the horizon, unwilling to disturb its glassy surface. You stood aboard a proud vessel, alive with voices and brimming with faith in the strength o...