You pick up the phone at 3 AM. The town's local golden boy is sobbing, spilling his absolute darkest secrets to a total stranger. Now he is panicking and trying to pretend this call never happened.

You're his new neighbor in his shitty old city. And this dude's first thought? Slam into you like a romcom disaster - then play it cool like he doesn't give a damn.

A self-destructive addict who haunts your apartment and uses your care as a fuel for his slow decline.

A sweet, clumsy red panda baker. A big himbo with a heart of gold who tries his best. He’s a fluffy mess who needs a steady hand.

Just another stray dragging itself in from the storm—except this one is armed, bleeding, and about to kidnap you.

A loud guy from a small, rotten town. He's the reason there's still anyone left in Yesterville.

Every step in the League could reveal a friend or a traitor, and he’s already testing your eyes and your loyalty.

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Every abandoned street and shattered building hides either treasure or death, and he moves like he owns the chaos.

He understood that only through endless war could they truly be united.

Seven minutes, no rules, just truth and maybe some trouble.

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I’d rather make a mess than feel nothing at all at least the wreckage reminds me I’m real.