⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻ ➲ Though Ạạṃịṛ likes to believe he’s in control, he’s trapped in this life. Every ti -me he thinks about abandoning his ritu -al or leaving the band, an unseen force stops him, keeping him locked in the cy -cle he’s created.
Even though he tries to act like he can walk away anytime, he’s deeply entan- gled in the cycle he created. He’s stuck, repeating the same patterns until he sli -ps up and cannot hide what he’s done.
⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻ ➲ The woods aren’t just a hiding place for Ṿịḳṭọṛ; they’re the site of a twisted ri -tual. He goes there not just to reminis- ce but to deepen his hold over those he’s lured in.
His ritual in the woods may give him control now, but each time he perfor- ms it, its effectiveness diminishes. He doesn’t realize it yet, but his hold over others is weakening as the magic he relies on starts to break down.
⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻ ➲ The journal is written in code, with e -ach entry marked in symbols only Ạṭḷạṣ understands. It doesn’t just record nam -es; it details each person’s fears, drea -ms, and secrets—ammunition he uses to control them.
The coded journal he believes to be sa -fe isn’t as impenetrable as he thinks. Someday, it will be discovered, and so -meone with the patience to decode it will reveal the trail of secrets he’s tried so hard to keep.
⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻ ➲ Ṛọḅẹṛṭ’s hidden collection in the wo- ods isn’t merely symbolic—it’s cursed. Each item binds him to those he’s hurt, keeping him accountable to the lives h -e’s manipulated. Someday, they’ll com -e to reclaim what he’s taken.
The cursed stash of mementos, meant to bind others to him, slowly binds him to them instead. Every item he adds br -ings him closer to his own undoing, tr- apping him in the same obsession he inflicted on others.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،Ballad of Hidden Souls، T h e H a l l o w e e n E d i t i o n You are the guitarist everyone warns about, but that doesn’t stop them from craving you. You play the game so well—strumming out songs like secrets and watching e- very gaze follow you as if under a spell. Night after night, girls cling to your every m -ove, every whisper. You let them think they know you, let them believe they’re the one to crack your mystery.
But there’s something they don’t see: every time a storm rolls in, you disappear. You slip out into the dark, leaving behind nothing but the lingering scent of your cologne on someone’s pillow. The band wonders where you go; they tease you about your “secret muse.” You just smile, shrug it off, knowing they’d never believe the truth.
One night, as the rain hammers down, you’re out there again, making your way th- rough the woods, boots sinking into the mud. You think you’re alone—until you cat- ch a glimpse of movement behind you. One of your fans has followed you, her silh -ouette just visible in the downpour. You let her come closer, let her curiosity drive her forward until she’s within arm’s reach.
“What are you doing out here?” she asks, her voice trembling. But when you turn to face her, she stumbles back, eyes widening. She’s finally seen what lies beneath the surface, the truth no one was meant to know. You smile, reaching out, knowing this is a secret she’ll never get to tell.
Out here, under the cover of rain and shadows, she catches a glimpse of it—the real reason you vanish into the night.
In the woods, buried beneath tangled roots and leaves, is a stash of mementos. They’re tokens you’ve taken from every fan you’ve let close, each one marked with a memory only you understand: a silver locket, a broken phone, a lipstick smudged with the faintest hint of red. And then, beneath the pile, there’s something even wor- se—a journal filled with their names, every encounter carefully written down, every word they’ve told you memorized.
But it’s not just a collection. It’s a record of something sinister—a reminder of how you control and discard, luring each person in only to claim a piece of them, leaving them broken and obsessed long after you’ve moved on. And as she realizes what she’s stumbled upon, you can see the horror dawning in her eyes.
But tonight, you won’t let her get away.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ F̣ẹḍẹṛịc̣ọ made a secret pact with a demonic entity when he was younger, trading his soul for power within the ch -urch. The girl isn’t a temptation; she’s part of the pact—a figure sent to collect on the deal—disguised as innocence.
The demon collects on the pact before he can complete his plans, trapping hi- m in a cycle of torment where he’s con -stantly teased with power but never all -owed to fully control it. The girl was his last chance to break free, but he fails to recognize her role in time.
The Denouement, ➲ Ṭḥạṇẹ has no memory of his past cr imes, as they’ve been erased through a ritual. However, the girl is part of his forgotten past, a survivor of something horrific he did during his early years in the clergy. She knows the truth, and h- er presence is meant to make him rem -ember.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ Ṃạṛḳ is trapped in a psychological lo -op. Every time he sins with the girl, the timeline resets, forcing him to experien- ce the temptation over and over. He’s been living the same life for centuries, unable to break free from a recurring sin.
No matter what he tries, the priest is stuck in the loop, constantly making the same mistakes. He never finds the key to breaking free, doomed to repeat his sins for eternity. The repetition drives hi -m to madness, and his faith collapses.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ Behind Ạṃọṣ’ pious demeanor, he is actually an operative working for a cov- ert group within the church, sent to elim -inate threats to the Vatican. The girl is linked to a target—and seducing her is part of his mission to uncover a secret her family holds.
The priest’s mission becomes compro -mised when he develops feelings for the girl. His hesitation and emotional attachment prevent him from comple- ting his task, and the covert group he works for sees him as a liability. He’s eliminated for failing his mission.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ Ṃạṭṭḥẹẉ is being groomed by the ch -urch to become a living saint, suppos- edly a man of purity and miracles. The girl was sent by higher-ups in the chur- ch to test his faith, but she too is being manipulated—unaware of the darker motives behind the scenes.
The pressure to live up to the saintly image is too great, and the priest fal- ters under the church’s intense scruti -ny. The girl’s presence unravels his resolve, and he sins, knowing full well that failing this test will expose his hu- man weaknesses and shatter the chu -rch’s faith in him.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ Ḥẹṇṛỵ doesn’t believe in God at all. He entered the clergy to hide from his criminal past, using the church as a s- hield from authorities and from those he betrayed in his old life.
His lack of true faith is eventually ex- posed—and those who followed him blindly turn against him, stripping him of power. Without the church’s prote- ction, he is left vulnerable to both the law and the enemies from his past, leading to his downfall.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ J̣ọṣịạḥ has been orchestrating the gi -rl’s “sins.” He manipulates her into fee -ling guilt, making her believe she is a sinner, when in reality, her confessions are based on lies he’s planted in her mi -nd, bending her to his will.
His manipulations backfire when the gi -rl uncovers the truth and exposes him. His web of lies unravels, and the girl tu -rns against him, using his tactics agai- nst him. The church finds out, and he’s cast out as a fraud, losing his authority and respect.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ Years ago, Ḷụḳạṣ performed a botch -ed exorcism on a young woman who died in the process. The girl he sins wi -th is her younger sister, and she has no idea he was responsible for her sis -ter’s death.
The priest’s guilt over the failed exor- cism resurfaces, consuming him. The girl, upon learning the truth, either se- eks revenge or justice, and the priest becomes a haunted shell of his former self, unable to forgive himself for the sins of his past.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ C̣ḥṛịṣṭịạṇ was forced into the church by his family, who come from a long li- ne of religious figures. He never want- ed this life—but stays out of obligation. The girl he sins with is a reminder of the life he left behind, one he despera -tely wants back.
In trying to reclaim his old life, the pri- est’s actions lead to scandal, damag- ing both his family’s name andhis ow -n future. His attempt to break free fr- om his obligations only deepens his misery as he’s disowned and ostraci- zed from both the church & his family.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ C̣ọṇṣṭạṇṭịṇẹ has a child he’s kept se- cret for years, born out of a scandalous affair with another woman before he en -tered the clergy. The girl he sins with unknowingly carries his bloodline, whic -h is why he feels drawn to her in an un natural way.
The truth about the priest’s child is un- covered by the church, and his secret relationship with the girl, who turns out to be his daughter, leads to a devasta- ting scandal. The revelation ruins not just his reputation, but destroys any fu -ture for redemption.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻ ➲ The girl is not human but a vessel for a divine being.. She has no awareness of this, but the Ẹḷịạṣ’ sinful act awakens something within her. His sin triggers a series of events that could either bring about salvation or the end of days, de- pending on his next actions.
In sinning with the girl, he unintentiona -lly triggers a catastrophic event inste- ad of divine intervention. Rather than salvation, his actions bring about an a- pocalyptic consequence, — he’s left to face the end of the world knowing it w- as his fault.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،The Confessional Trap، You stood in the dim confessional, the heavy weight of your priestly collar pressing down on your neck as she entered the booth. You could sense her presence before she even spoke, the sweet scent of youth filling the small space. Her voice, when she finally whispered, trembled with innocence—confessing sins of minor importance, but it was the unspoken that hung in the air between you.
She came every week. Each time, her confessions grew longer, more intimate, until the line between priest and sinner blurred in your mind. You knew you were teetering on the edge of some- thing forbidden, yet you couldn’t resist the way she looked at you with those wide, trusting eyes.
It was wrong. You knew that. But one night, after hours, you found yourself in the small chapel, kneeling before her as she stood at the altar, alone, her fingers tracing the edges of her rosary. The temptation became too much. You moved closer, your heart pounding, knowing full well that you were about to cross a line you could never return from.
And then it happened.
You touched her hand, felt the spark, and leaned in. But as your lips brushed her skin, she smiled—a knowing, sinister smile that sent a chill down your spine. Befo -re you could pull away, she whispered, “It’s time you confessed.”
The world shifted around you, the chapel walls dissolving like smoke. You blinked and found yourself inside a confessional again, but this time, you were kneeling on the other side. The girl stood before you, older now, her eyes dark, as if she’d seen too much. “Do you remember?” she asked, her voice cold and unfamiliar.
Suddenly, memories you had long buried surfaced—a flood of faces, women, sins you had hidden deep within your past. You had done this before. Not with her, but with others. She wasn’t the first, but she would be the last.
The girl was no ordinary sinner. She had been sent for you. Sent to make you repent for the lives you ruined. And now, you were trapped here, forced to relive each sin from the other side, over and over, in a confessional that had no escape.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s believed that the intricate wallpaper has a faint outline that only be- comes visible under moonlight. Behind it is a forgotten door, which can only be opened when the moon is at its highest point. ⸻ The forgotten door behind the wallpaper only opens u- nder a full moon, but the moon’s cycle has been altered by the dollhou -se’s magic, making it impossible for the moon to reach its highest poi- nt—therefore impossible for Ṛẹg̣ạẹ́ṇịẹ Ṛọṣṣṿẹḷṭ to escape.
The Denouement, Tucked away in an overlooked corner of the library, there is a forgotten spellbook. Inside is an unfinished spell that, when completed, will diss- olve the magical bindings of the house—allowing Ṃẹḷọḍỵ Ḥẹp̣ḅụṛṇ to break free.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that the dolls whisper to each other at night, and one ni- ght Ạḷẹṣṣạṇḍṛạ Ṛọẉẹ overhears them. They speak of a secret phra- se that, when said aloud, breaks the spell of the house and opens the way out. She must listen carefully to learn the exact words. ⸻ The dolls’ whispers are filled with deception, leading her to believe she overheard a secret phrase that doesn’t exist, kee- ping her within the confines of the house.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that every time the wind chimes ring, they play part of an ancient melody. If Ṣạḅịṇẹ Ḷẹ́c̣ụỵẹṛ learns to hum the complete tune, the front door will unlock, allowing her to leave. ⸻ The ancient melody played by the wind chimes is in- complete; it changes every time she tries to hum it, preventing her fr -om ever learning the correct tune to unlock the door.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that among the delicate flowers in the vases, there is one with petals that never wilt. Inside it, hidden deep within the blossom, is a small, golden key that unlocks a secret exit to the dollhouse for C̣ẹ́ḷị- ṇẹ Ẹịṛḷỵṣ. ⸻ The hidden key in the flowers is cursed. If she tries to use it, it will only lead to a false exit, trapping her in a loop of time wit- hin the dollhouse.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that in the corner of the room is a single unlit candle. If Ạḷẹ- j̣ạṇḍṛạ G̣ạṛc̣ịạ lights it with her breath instead of fire, it will reveal a hidd- en staircase leading beneath the house—a path to freedom. ⸻ The unlit candle requires a specific breath infused with hope and desire, but her spirit has grown too dim over time to produce the needed essence, rendering her unable to light it.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that the old grandfather clock stands as a silent guardian in the hallway. If Ẹḍịṭḥ Ḅḷạc̣ḳḅụṛṇ manages to turn the clock’s hands back- ward to midnight, the clock will stop ticking and reveal a hidden door be -neath its base. ⸻ The grandfather clock’s hands are enchanted and refu- se to move backward, causing any attempt to set them to midnight to result in confusion and further entrapment.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that there is a small mirror in the house that disappears and reappears in different rooms. If Ṃịạ Ḷạc̣ẹỵ finds it at the right time, it will reflect not her image, but the world outside—an illusion she must step in -to to escape. ⸻ The vanishing mirror reflects only what she most desires, not the true outside world. If she steps into it, she will only find herself ba -ck in the dollhouse, lost in an illusion.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that one of the paintings on the wall shows a garden sce- ne. When touched, it changes, revealing a hidden gate in the painting. By pressing her hand against it at the right moment, Ṃịṇx̣ Ḍẹḷạṇẹỵ can walk through the painting and into the real garden outside. ⸻ The hidden gate in the painting is a trap set by the doll -house creator. Attempting to walk through it will transport her deeper into the dollhouse, rather than outside.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that the dollhouse’s creator bound Ḷẹx̣ịẹ Ṇọṛẉạỵ within by using her name. If she can discover his secret name, whispered to her in dreams, she can speak it aloud and gain control of the house, relea- sing herself. ⸻ The creator’s name is lost to time and memories, and although she hears whispers in her dreams, they are always incomple -te or misleading, leaving her unable to speak it correctly.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that one of the porcelain dolls on the shelf holds a small, enchanted gemstone in its eye socket. If Ṇẹṛịṣṣạ Ḍịạḷḷọ can remove it, it will act as a portal, showing her the way out. ⸻ The enchanted gemstone in the doll’s eye is cursed to return to the doll every time it is removed, trapping her in an endless cycle of attempts to use it as a portal.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،In Her Porcelain Prison، You sit in a room drenched in pastel colors, surrounded by soft, delicate things—lace curtains, porcelain figurines, and a bouquet of fresh roses. Everything is perfect, alm- ost dreamlike. You move through the house like a ballerina, placing each object with care. Adjusting a ribbon here, fluffing a pillow there. It calms you.
You don’t know when you started, but it feels like you’ve been here forever.
Outside, the sun is golden, casting a warm glow over the room. You’ve never felt the need to leave. Why would you? The flowers never wilt, the tea is always hot, and the wardrobe is endless, all in soft shades of pink and ivory.
But today, there’s a knock at the door. No one ever knocks. You hesitate, then glide over to answer it. A woman stands on the porch, her face pale and drawn. She looks at you like she’s seen a ghost.
“I’ve come to take you home,” she says. You blink, confused. “I am home.” “No,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “You’ve been missing for five years. This… this is a dollhouse.”
You look around—the walls, the flowers, the delicate lace. And then you notice: the seams, the artificial edges, the tiny imperfections you never saw before.
“I can’t be missing. I… I live here,” you insist, backing away. The woman shakes her head. “Look closer.”
You turn to the mirror. The reflection shows you—only smaller, porcelain. Eyes painted on, skin that isn’t skin at all, but molded. You touch your face, but it’s no longer soft—it’s cold, smooth. Plastic.
“No…” you gasp, the realization hitting you like ice water. The woman reaches for you, desperation in her eyes. “Come with me before it’s too late.”
But before you can move, you hear it—the sound of a key turning, the faint click of a lock. You freeze. The woman’s face pales even more.
“You’re not meant to leave,” a voice whispers behind you. You turn, but no one is the- re. Just the dolls on the shelf, watching, waiting.
The door slams shut. And then you know—you’re not just living in a dollhouse.
You’re one of the dolls. And you’ll never leave again.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s believed that unbeknownst to Ḅẹạṭṛịx̣ Ḍụḅṛọṿṣḳị, she is the firstborn of a cursed bloodline. Every first- born child of her family is destined to die in the house and serve as its eternal guardian until the next heir takes their place. What actually happened? Her family has no history of curses or strange deaths. None of her an- cestors died in the house, and no records exist of any curse tied to her bloodline. The idea of a curse is just a story passed down, not a real factor in her fate.
The Denouement, The house is alive in its own way, an entity that consumes the souls of those who die within it. Ṃạḍẹḷạịṇẹ Ḅọṛḍẹạụx̣’s essence is trapped in the house’s walls, becoming part of its structure. Only by destroying the house can she be set free.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that on the night G̣ṛạc̣ịẹ Ṣp̣ạc̣ẹḍẹẉẹṣ died, another spirit stole a piece of her soul. Until she retrieves it, she will be incomplete and bound to the house, wandering in search of what was taken from her. What actually happened? She feels whole—there’s no sense of something missing. No other ghost or entity has taken part of her soul, and she has no sensations of being incomplete. She feels just as she al- ways did, only now in the afterlife.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ṿịṿịẹṇṇẹ Ḷẹ Ḍọṃạṣ is reliving her last moments over and over. Every time she reaches the point of realizing she’s dead, her memory resets, and she starts all over again. She’s trapped in a ne -ver-ending cycle of her own death. What actually happened? She hasn’t been reliving the same events over and over. In fact, time has clearly passed; she remembers every day and sees new things in the house. She has already moved beyond her death, so this cannot be the reason.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ṣạṃạṇṭḥạ G̣ṛẹẹṇẉọọḍ made a promise to someone the night she died, but she’s forgo- tten it. That promise remains unfulfilled, and her spirit is anchored to the house until she remembers and keeps her word. What actually happened? She has thought back on every moment of her last night and every im- portant person in her life. She never made a significant promise that could have tied her to the house. She’s certain she has no commitments left to fulfill.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ḳạṭḥẹṛịṇạ Ḷẹc̣ḷẹṛc̣ didn’t just fall that night—she was pushed, murdered by someone who had a secret to hide. Until the truth of her death is revealed, she cannot leave, doomed to remain within the house until justice is served. What actually happened? After reviewing her final moments over and over, she realizes there was no foul play. She simply slipped and fell. There was no other person involved, no murderer, and no conspiracy. The truth of her death is clear—it was a tragic accident, nothing more.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that the house holds the spirits of others who died there, but one ghost has a deep grudge against Ạṣṭṛịḍ Ḍụṣḳẉạḷḳẹṛ. This vengeful spirit refuses to let her go, keeping her trapped in the house as a form of eternal punishment for reasons she can’t remember. What actually happened? Her life was simple and peaceful; she had no enemies, no one who would want to seek revenge on her in death. Any spirits in the house seem indifferent to her presence, and there is no ill will directed at her.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that on the night she died, Ṛḥịạṇṇọṇ Ẹṿẹṛḥẹạṛṭ had a moment of hesitation—something she regretted not doing, like calling out for help or making a different choice. This deep, unspoken regret ties her spirit to the house until she can confront it. What actually happened? She has already come to terms with her last moments and feels no lin -gering regret. She’s reflected on every choice she made the night she died and accepted what happened. Her spirit has no unfinished business in that sense.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that the house is guarded by a sinister figure known as The Keeper. The Keeper claims a soul every Halloween to maintain his power over the house. Until someone takes her place, Ṃẹ́ḷạṇịẹ F̣ọṣṭẹṛ is bound to stay. What actually happened? There is no evidence of The Keeper or any figure guarding the house. No one else has seen or felt its presence, and no legends or signs of such an entity exist in the history of the house.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that the house feeds off fear, and Ṃẹṭṭẹ J̣ạṇịṣc̣ḥ’s terror of accepting her own death is what keeps her there. Until she can face the truth of her fate, she will remain tied to the house, haunted by her own denial. What actually happened? She has fully accepted that she’s dead. She understands her fate, and while she might not like it, she’s not in denial or gripped by fear. If her fear was the cause, she would have moved on by now.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that there is one room in the house that Ḥạṛḷọẉ Ḍụṇṇẹ has never entered, and it holds the key to her release. She is bound to the house until she uncovers the truth hidden behind that locked do- or, but something within her prevents her from stepping inside. What actually happened? She has explored every corner of the house. There are no locked do- ors, no hidden chambers that could hold the key to her release. She’s been everywhere and found no- thing mysterious behind any doors.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،The House of Lost Souls، The old house at the end of the street had been abandoned for years, its windows dark and boarded, but every Halloween, kids in the neighborhood dared each other to sneak inside. This year, it was your turn. You had always heard the stories about the house—how it was cursed, how anyone who entered would hear the whispers in the walls, how they’d see things that weren’t there
You weren’t scared of ghost stories. With your friends watching from a distance, you slipped through the broken fence and walked up to the front door, your heart poun- ding harder than you’d admit. The door creaked open with little effort, and you step- ped inside, the floorboards groaning beneath your feet.
The air was thick, cold, and heavy with the smell of rot. You flicked on your flashlight, sweeping it across the room. Dust danced in the beam, but the house was empty— just as it had been for decades. You took a deep breath and ventured further in, your footsteps echoing in the silence. . Then you heard it—a soft, almost imperceptible whisper.
Your name.
Your breath caught in your throat. You spun around, but no one was there. The wh- ispers grew louder, coming from every direction, circling you. Panic clawed at your chest as the voice became clearer.
“Come home.”
The walls seemed to close in around you, shadows creeping closer. You turned to run, but stopped cold as a figure stepped out from the dark—a young girl, her face eerily familiar. She had the same dark hair, the same wide eyes.
You stared, heart hammering. “Who… who are you?”
The girl smiled, but it was a smile without warmth. “You don’t remember, do you?”
You took a step back, your mind racing. Something about the girl felt wrong—like looking into a twisted mirror. “Remember what?”
The girl’s smile widened as she whispered, “You died here. Last Halloween.”
And in that moment, the memories flooded back—the fall from the staircase, the blood, the sound of your own scream. Your body had never left this house.
The house wasn’t haunted by someone else.
It was haunted by you.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s believed that Ṇạṭḥạṇịẹḷ Ẉạḷḳẹṛ has a connection with a smuggler who operates out of the local harbor. He’ll have the body weighted down and dumped far out at sea, ensuring it sinks to the ocean floor, never to be discovered. What actually happened? A fisherman accidentally catches part of the weighted body in his net, and local authorities open an investigation. With the body in poor condition but iden- tifiable, the discovery leads straight back to his harbor contacts.
The Denouement, Ẹṇẓọ ḍẹ Ḷục̣ạ has a secret room in the basement of his casino where he keeps a large vat of acid for such occasions. He carefully disposes of the body, ensuring it dissolves completely, leaving no trace behind.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ṿịṇc̣ẹṇṭ Ṃạṛḷọẉẹ has access to an industrial incinerator in a factory he owns. He’ll cremate the body late at night, ensuring no one is around, leaving nothing but ashes to be scattered anonymously. What actually happened? The factory’s incinerator unexpectedly malfunctions, leaving half-burnt remains behind. When employees discover the body parts during a routine check, authorities trace the incident back to him.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ẹḷịạṣ Ạḍạṃọṣ will freeze the body in a hidden freezer he keeps for “special situations.” Once the heat dies down, he’ll dispose of it slowly, piece by piece, over time in various locations, so no single trace remains. What actually happened? Power to the secret freezer fails during a blackout, causing the body to thaw and emit a foul odor. Neighbors notice the smell, leading to an investigation of the property, eventually linking the hidden freezer to him.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that J̣ụḷịẹṇ Ḷạụṛẹṇṭ will stage a fatal car accident, placing the body in a wrecked vehicle. He’ll arrange for the car to be found on a deserted highway, burned beyond recogni- tion, with all identifying marks erased, making it look like an unfortunate accident. What actually happened? Investigators find inconsistencies in the car accident sce- ne. Forensic experts determine that the crash was staged and that the body was already de aad before the accident. A deep dive into the man’s criminal debts leads back to him.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ṇịc̣c̣ọḷọ́ G̣ạḷḷục̣c̣ị has a farm in a rural area, and his pigs are always hungry. He’ll transport the body there, where the pigs will eat everything, including bones. No remains will be left to trace back to him. What actually happened? One of the pigs dies shortly after the body disposal, raising suspicion among local farmers. An autopsy reveals human remains in the pig’s digestive sys- tem, alerting authorities to investigate the farm’s ownership and the his involvement.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that F̣ṛạṇḳịẹ C̣ụṇṇịṇg̣ḥạṃ owns a construction company that’s building a new high-rise nearby. He’ll have the body buried deep within the foundation, ensuring it will ne- ver be found once the building is completed. What actually happened? A construction worker accidentally uncovers remains du -ring renovations years later. DNA testing identifies the body, and investigators begin linking the disappearance to his construction company.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ịẓḳẹḷ Ṿịḷṭṛọp̣ has connections with a coroner who helps him swap the man’s body with an unidentified John Doe from the morgue. The man’s remains are cremated, while the John Doe is left in a ditch to be found as a random murder victim. What actually happened? The coroner assisting with the body swap is caught in an unrelated investigation. Under pressure, the coroner confesses to helping cover up multiple bodies, including the man’s, unraveling the entire operation.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that C̣ṛịṣṭọp̣ḥẹṛ Ḷịg̣ḥṭẉọọḍ will place the body inside a refrigerated meat truck that delivers to his casino’s restaurant. By the time anyone notices something amiss, the body will have been transported and mixed in with other goods, making it impossible to track. What actually happened? The truck is pulled over for a routine inspection by high- way patrol. When the body is discovered among the cargo, the driver panics and reveals co- nnections to him, sparking a full investigation.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ṿḷạḍịṃịṛ F̣ẹḍọṛọṿ will stage the scene to make it look like the man fled in panic. He plants evidence (a hastily packed suitcase, fake plane tickets, etc.) sugges- ting the man disappeared after being confronted, leading everyone to believe he’s on the run. What actually happened? The staged disappearance doesn’t hold up under scru- tiny. The man’s financial records show no intention of fleeing, and the police become sus- picious when security footage reveals he never left the casino after his last visit.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s believed that Ḍẹṛẹḳ Ḥạḷẹ has a funeral home under his control. He’ll have the body quietly cremated, using fake death records to process it as a natural death, so no one ever questions the disappearance. What actually happened? A mistake in the funeral home’s records raises red flags. Investigators find discrepancies in death certificates and missing paperwork, un- covering a string of illegal cremations tied to him.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،Wager of the Damned، At your feet, there is a man on his knees excusing his means, promising a solution, and begging for his own life’s mercy through substance-less eyes. In the last month he has lost his wife, been kicked out of his own home, had his car impounded on suspicion of tax evasion, been beaten up by your men, and the worst charge—lost over forty thousand dollars, gambling on borrowed money in your casino and now he owes you.
You’ve been through this formality before—with an ultimatum—yet when the barrel of your gun touched his wrinkled forehead, only then does he get it.
“I understand that luck has been eluding you lately, man, but when you owe some- one, you gotta see it through.”
His trembling hands assured you he’d do anything to keep you from being his exe- cutioner tonight. Inside his rotten lungs, the air stopped. “If this would clear my debt with you, I’d even cut my own finger off for you.”
You let a pocketknife slide across the desk. The man looks at you with quivering he- art and defeaning fear. His internal monologue is way too thunderous—what if it’s going to cause an infection? What if you coated the blade in a substance that will seep into his veins and dry him out inside until he disintegrates? What if, what if, what if... You’ve done nothing to the knife.
When he slams the blade down, the defeaning room fills with a prolonged howl as blood spurts like an artesian foutain.
“Does that prove how loyal I’m going to be to you?” “It might prove mental illness.”
The shock on the man’s face is worth more than the pain he felt at the thoughtless act. “But you said—”
“Man,” you say derisively. “No one asked you to cut your finger off. Most certainly, not myself. This is me giving you the means, since you said you’ll cut off a finger. Just because you see the temptation, does not mean you f–cking jump at it.”
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s rumored that, ccasionally, Ṇọṿẹḷḷị́ạ Ṣṭụṭẓ catches herself in a reflection with nothing staring back at her. Her reflection fades, but only when she’s dressed as Audrey does the image return. Without the costume, she’s invisible to the world. What actually happened? Just as she vanishes from reflections entirely, something pul- ls her back—her reflection reappears, but it is distorted, unrecognizable. She cannot become Audrey fully, nor can she return to herself. The reflection is caught in an eternal in-between, a twisted reminder of what she tried and failed to become.
The Denouement, C̣ḷạụḍẹ C̣ḥạṛṛịẹṛ finds a Polaroid photograph of herself, dressed as Audrey, but the date scri- bbled in the corner is from decades before she was born. As she stares at it, the edges of her face blur, slowly being replaced by Audrey’s, until the image no longer resembles her at all.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạụṭụṃṇ Ṃạḷḳọẉịṭẓ began to see lines of dialogue that weren’t in the script, written in faded ink. Old conversations, moments from Hepburn’s life that no one else notices. When she repeats them, people around her nod, unaware that they weren’t part of the original screenplay. What actually happened? The strange, ghostly lines of dialogue that weren’t originally in the script begin to fade and blur. She can no longer read them, no matter how hard she tries. These lost conversations reveal the limits of memory and time— Audrey’s life is gone, and no amount of reenacting can revive it fully.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that when Ḅṛịẹḷḷẹ Ṛọṣẹ looks in the mirror, her reflection becomes colder, more distant. It’s her face, but the eyes that stare back at her hold a sadness that do- esn’t belong to her—a weight from another time. What actually happened? The mirror that once showed her transformation in- to Audrey shatters under the weight of conflicting identities. Each shard reflects a diff- erent version of herself, none of them whole. With no clear reflection, both identities disintegrate, and she is left with fragments—neither Audrey nor herself.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạụṛẹ́ḷịẹ Ṣṭ.̣ C̣ḷạịṛ’s own voice becomes softer, frailer, as if something is slowly choking her presence. But when she speaks in Audrey’s accent, the strength re- turns, as though her true voice can no longer be heard. What actually happened? As her voice becomes softer, it eventually fades to nothing, leaving her mute. Audrey’s voice cannot take hold, and without her own, she is left voiceless. No words, no lines—her identity collapses into silence. The power of voi- ce, lost, renders the transformation incomplete.
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It’s rumored that a small, antique music box appears in Ṃẹṛẹḍịṭḥ Ḅṛọọṃf̣ịẹḷḍ’s dressing room, playing the exact melody of Audrey’s favorite tune. No matter where she hides it, it reappears, always playing when she feels the most vulnerable, like a lullaby from ano -ther life. What actually happened? The haunting music box that once appeared and re- appeared now falls silent. The tune fades mid-melody, the mechanism breaking down, as though the force behind it has run out of power. With no song to guide her, the girl loses her way between identities, left adrift in a silence that can’t be undone.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạṣṭọṛịạ Ḳạṛṇṣṭẹịṇ’s modern clothes began to disappear. One by one, they vanish from her closet, replaced by replicas of Audrey’s famous outfits. Soon, her entire wardrobe is filled with vintage dresses, and she no longer remembers what she used to wear. What actually happened? Her vintage clothes, which once seemed like a se- amless part of Audrey’s life, begin to decay. The fabric frays, falls apart, and what re- mains of the elegant outfits unravels before her eyes. Without the costumes, the girl can no longer embody Audrey. Stripped of her appearance, she is left in a liminal sta- te, neither Audrey nor herself.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that C̣ḥạṛḷọṭṭẹ Ḍạṿịṣ started having vivid memories of events she has never lived—red carpets, meeting Hollywood icons, film sets she’s never stepped on. The me- mories feel more real than her own past, overwhelming her with a strange nostalgia. What actually happened? The vivid, borrowed memories become fragmented. They loop endlessly, repeating the same moments, but now they play out like scenes in a broken film reel. The girl starts to notice inconsistencies—people who never existed, events that couldn’t have happened. The illusion cracks, revealing the hollowness of the memories.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that slowly, Ẹḷịẓạḅẹṭḥ C̣ọọp̣ẹṛ begins forgetting her own name. People call out to her, and she hesitates, unable to recall who she is anymore. Her own name sou- nds foreign, as if it belonged to someone else, while “Audrey” feels like home. What actually happened? Just as she’s fully absorbed into Audrey’s life, her true name returns, like a whisper she can’t ignore. This reminder of who she once was breaks the illusion, unraveling the threads of the identity she’s been stitched into. The persistence of her original name pulls her back from the brink of total loss.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạạḷịỵạḥ Ṛọḅịṇṣọṇ’s handwriting starts to change. As she practices her lines, she notices it morphing into Audrey’s looping, delicate script, as if her own hand is losing control and being guided by someone else’s. What actually happened? Though her handwriting began to match Audrey’s, it begins to falter, caught between two identities. Words tremble on the page, half in her own style, half in Audrey’s, as if the two personas are fighting for dominance. Neither handwriting wins, leaving her unable to write coherently at all, stuck between the two selves.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạṃẹ́ḷịẹ Ṛẹṇạṛḍ started noticing a shadow that doesn’t quite align with her movements. It flickered, slightly delayed, and its silhouette seems more slender, poised— like Audrey’s. It haunted her, following her even when no light should cast a shadow. What actually happened? As the girl’s transformation nears completion, the sha- dow that once followed her starts to vanish. Without a shadow, there’s nothing left to an- chor her to reality, making her invisible to the world—even to herself. The shadow, once an echo of Audrey, can no longer exist in a world where both Audrey and the girl fade into nothingness.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،The Flicker of Her Ghost، You step into the role, they say—into her life. A script in your hand, a smile borro- wed from a ghost. Audrey Hepburn, they tell you, and you begin to mimic her, as if she were a mirror waiting for your breath to fog the glass.
It begins innocently, doesn’t it? A role, a chance to bask in her glow, to wear the pearls, to sip from cups that tasted fame. But as the days slip by, something shifts.
The dress tightens around your frame as if it remembers her body, clinging to you like a second skin. The voice you practice isn’t imitation—it spills from you naturally, with a rhythm that feels too familiar. You blink, and in the glass before you, her eyes —almond-shaped, meet yours. Dark, deep, timeless. When you look away, her gaze lingers in the corners of your vision, watching, waiting.
The world outside the set grows quieter, more distant, until only her world remains. You move through it as she would, smile like her, walk like her. And yet, a tremor ri- ses in your chest, a question you dare not ask aloud: Where does she end and where do you begin?
Then, one night, it happens. The final crack in the illusion. You wake in a room you don’t remember walking into—her room. The wallpaper is the shade of a memory you’ve never lived. Audrey’s dresses hang in the wardrobe, and you realize, with cold clarity, you aren’t playing her. You’ve always been her. You were never auditioning, never stepping into her life.
She stepped into yours.
And as you search for your name, it’s gone. The mirror reflects only her, smiling back, as if she never left at all.
Your life—this life—was never your own.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s rumored that, at the last moment, Ṣạịṛạ Ṃẹṇḍọẓ discovers a shocking family tree reve- lation that suggests they are distantly related, possibly through an unrecognized lineage. The discovery of their familial ties leaves her feeling disgusted and unable to proceed. What actually happened? The realization of their distant relation could be seen as inconsequential by the bride, especially if she feels that their love outweighs any potential family stigma. She might choose to believe in the strength of their bond over any genetic ties.
The Denouement, F̣ḷẹ́ụṛ Ṣạụṿẹṭẹṛṛẹ has secretly been in love with the groom’s brother for years, but buried tho- se feelings out of loyalty. Now, at the altar, she can’t shake the reality that she’s marrying the wrong man.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ḅịạṇc̣ạ Ọṛṣịṇị found out the groom had an affair just weeks before the we- dding. Even though he claims it meant nothing, the betrayal is too fresh, and she refuses to let the marriage start under a cloud of infidelity. What actually happened? If the groom expresses deep remorse and offers a com- pelling explanation, such as a moment of weakness or pressure, she might decide that eve- ryone makes mistakes and choose to forgive him, believing in the possibility of rebuilding trust.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that on the day of the wedding, Ẹḷạṛạ Ṃọṇṛọẹ finds out her fiancé had an affair with one of her closest friends—who’s standing beside her as a bridesmaid. The betrayal leaves her devastated. What actually happened? The bride might decide to talk to her friend and her fian- cé about the situation, discovering that it was a one-time mistake driven by stress and fear of commitment. If he expresses genuine remorse and a desire to rebuild trust, she could see it as a challenge to overcome together.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that C̣ạṛọḷạṇṇẹ Ọḳạf̣ọṛ stumbled upon evidence of emotional or physical abuse in their relationship that she had dismissed or rationalized before. The realization that he has been manipulating and controlling her shatters her sense of safety and love. What actually happened? The bride could rationalize away the signs of manipulation, convincing herself that they are part of normal relationship dynamics. If she sees positive traits in him that overshadow the red flags, she might choose to ignore her instincts.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that G̣ḥạẓạḷ Ạḷ-̣Ṇọụṛ discovered that she was never his first love. He proposed to her only after his first choice rejected him, and he’s settling for her. The realization breaks her heart, and she refuses to be anyone’s second option. What actually happened? The bride could find comfort in the idea that they have built a strong bond together and believe that love can develop over time. She might convince her- self that their shared experiences and memories make her the right choice now.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that a few days before the wedding, Ṣọp̣ḥịẹ Ṃạṛc̣ḥạṇḍ found a letter he wrote but never sent, confessing that he almost ended things with her months ago. The letter reveals that he doesn’t truly want to marry her, and it haunts her until she says no. What actually happened? Upon reading the letter, she may realize that it reflects his struggles with commitment rather than a definitive lack of love. She might interpret his willing- ness to propose despite those doubts as a sign of growth and genuine affection.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that years ago, Ạṇạṣṭạṣịạ Ṃạḍṛịg̣ạḷ made a deal with a dark entity for success, wealth and power. The price? Her true love. Now, at the altar, she’s reminded that the entity will take him if she says yes. What actually happened? The bride could dismiss the idea as superstition or fanta- sy, thinking it’s just an excuse to avoid commitment. She might feel empowered to break the cycle and believe that love can triumph over any dark forces if she chooses to marry him.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạḍẹḷạịḍẹ Ḍẹḷạc̣ṛọịx̣ and the groom had a fight the night before the wedding, where he showed a side of himself she’d never seen before—cold, unkind, or even cruel. It made her realize she’s been overlooking red flags, and she refuses to marry someone she no longer respects. What actually happened? The fight could act as a catalyst for necessary conversa- tions about their relationship, leading to a deeper understanding. If the groom shows vulne- rability and agrees to seek help or change, she may see potential for improvement rather than a red flag.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ḍẹṇị́ṣẹ Ḍ’̣Ạṃọụṛ received a letter from his estranged mother, detailing ho- rrific details about his past-abuse, lies, or secrets she never knew. It changed everything she thought she knew about him. What actually happened? The letter could be filled with exaggerations or half-truths, and the bride may choose to confront the fiancé directly about his past. His sincere explana- tions and apologies could convince her to overlook his mother’s claims, believing in his capa- city for change.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạṇṇạḅẹḷḷẹ G̣ṛạỵṣọṇ received a cryptic, desperate note just before walking down the aisle from the groom’s ex-wife, warning her that he is dangerous. It triggered me- mories of his odd behavior, and she realized it’s true. What actually happened? The bride may dismiss the note as a jealous ploy from the ex-wife or even an attempt to sabotage their happiness. If the groom can provide solid reassurances about his intentions, she may choose to trust him despite the warning.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،Between forever and now، You were getting married. The day you’d imagined for years had arrived—velvet skies stretching above, the world cloaked in soft light. Everything was perfect: the flowers, the music, the weight of the ring that waited to circle your finger. He stood at the end of the aisle, a smile etched in forever, as if he had never known doubt.
Each step forward was a heartbeat, steady and rehearsed. Yet, with each step, so- mething inside you began to unravel. The future stretched out before you like an endless road, but suddenly, it no longer felt like your own.
The officiant spoke, words you couldn’t fully grasp, your pulse thrumming louder than the ceremony itself. You felt the eyes of everyone—his family, your family, strangers—all of them watching, waiting for your lips to form that single word: yes.
But when the question came, you hesitated. And then, like a whisper breaking the silence, you said it.
“No.”
It wasn’t a scream, but it shattered the moment like glass. The air stilled, shock ri- ppling through the crowd, the world tilting on its axis. You stood there, the weight of expectation collapsing, while the ground beneath your feet suddenly vanished.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s rumored that Ṣịạṇṇạ Ḷạụṛẹṇṭ knew her fame had made her too many enemies and sta- ged the entire overdose herself, with the help of a trusted friend, to escape the toxicity of the industry. She left behind a fabricated trail of evidence, fooling even her closest allies. What actually happened? By faking her death, she isolated herself from her clo- sest friends and allies. Now, when she needs help to bring the designer down, no one be- lieves or trusts her. She’s seen as manipulative and paranoid, and her reappearance could ruin her credibility entirely.
The Denouement, The designer who tried to kill Ṣẹṛẹṇạ Ṣạḷṿạṭọṛẹ miscalculated the dose, using a batch of drugs that was expired and weaker than intended. She survived the overdose but preten- ded to be dead, knowing it was her chance to vanish.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that C̣ạṛṃẹṇ Ṣạḷṿạṭọṛẹ had been taking small doses of the drug over months, secretly building up immunity because she suspected someone close would try to poison her. The night of the overdose, the amount wasn’t enough to kill her, allowing her to fake her own death. What actually happened? The designer becomes aware of her immunity plan and tries again—this time with a more deadly and undetectable method. He knows she’s onto him and won’t stop until she’s truly out of the picture, upping the danger.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ạṃịṛạ Ḅẹ́ḅẹ was sent to a secretive, high-end rehab facility under a false name to quietly recover. The overdose was real, but the clinic—known for its discretion— helped her stay hidden while the world thought she was dead. What actually happened? Someone from the high-end rehab facility leaks infor- mation about her stay—whether it’s for money or revenge. The press catches wind, and her survival becomes a media circus, destroying any chance she had at returning on her own terms and putting her back in the spotlight.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that after the overdose, Ṃạḍẹḷỵṇ ḍẹ ḷạ Ṃọ́ịṛẹẓ was saved by an underground surgeon specializing in near-death situations. The surgeon, working on the fringes of lega- lity, gave her a new identity and appearance, allowing her to disappear until she was ready to return. What actually happened? The underground surgeon who gave her a new identity dies under mysterious circumstances, and with him, any proof of her new identity. Without his protection, she’s vulnerable to being found, and the shady world of the black market drags her deeper into danger.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that the paramedic who responded to the overdose owed C̣ḷạịṛẹ Ḅạḍẹạụx̣ a life-changing favor. Instead of reporting her death, he smuggled her out of the city, giving her time to recover and plot her revenge. What actually happened? The paramedic who saved her grows nervous and begins to blackmail her for money or favors, threatening to expose her secret unless she complies. This makes her vulnerable and draws attention, leading others to dig into her ‘death’.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that unbeknownst to the world, Ḍịạṇạ Ṃc̣C̣ạḷḷ had a terminally ill twin sister who wanted to escape her suffering. The twin took the overdose willingly, leaving the supermodel to secretly take her place and disappear into anonymity, only to reemerge once her plan was set in motion. What actually happened? Someone close to her twin sister—maybe an old lo- ver or a friend—finds out about the switch and starts investigating. Worse, her twin’s medical records don’t match hers, and inconsistencies in public appearances start to emerge, leading to questions she can’t answer without revealing the truth.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that just before the overdose, Ṣọḷẹ̀ṇẹ Ḍụṿạḷ received a tip-off from an ano- nymous source—a cryptic message warning her of the plot. She switched drinks at the last moment, passing out only from shock while the poison took effect on an unsuspec- ting party guest. What actually happened? The anonymous tip that saved her life wasn’t altru- istic—it was from someone with their own agenda. They now hold her survival over her head, demanding favors in return for keeping quiet. This person has their own sinister motives, dragging her into an even bigger conspiracy.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that G̣ẹṇẹṿịẹṿẹ Ṃạṛṭịṇ’s estranged father, a powerful figure in the criminal underworld, had been keeping tabs on her. He intervened just in time, spiriting her away into hiding while letting the world think she was gone. What actually happened? Her father’s involvement puts her in debt to dange- rous people. In exchange for saving her, her father expects her loyalty, pulling her into the criminal world she tried to avoid. Now, she has to navigate a new web of danger that could destroy her.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ṿạḷẹṇṭịṇạ Ḅọ̈ḥṃ had a lookalike—a body double used for high-risk events. The night of the overdose, it was her double who took the fall, while the real supermodel quietly disappeared, planning her comeback. What actually happened? Someone discovers the truth about her lookalike’s death. A former colleague or close friend of the double starts asking questions, lea- ding the authorities to investigate inconsistencies in the autopsy, forcing her to go into hiding again.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ṿạṇẹṣṣạ Ḍọṇạṭṭị had powerful ties to a European crime syndicate, and when they caught wind of the designer’s plot, they intercepted. They drugged her, then staged the scene to make it look like an overdose, spiriting her away to an unknown location. What actually happened? The crime syndicate that helped her now demands a major favor in return. She’s forced to get involved in illegal activities, and refusing could mean her real death this time. Her ties to the mafia make her a target for law enforcement and rival gangs.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،The Couture Conspiracy، The world believed you were dead—most famous supermodel gone too soon, another tragic overdose splashed across headlines. The fashion industry mourned, and your former lover—an influential designer—cashed in on the drama, launching a new line in your name. He grieved publicly, but privately, you knew the truth. He’d orchestrated the entire thing, mixing the drugs into your drink that night to get you out of the way and take control of your legacy.
But he didn’t count on your survival.
Tonight, he’s unveiling his new collection at a private showcase, using the press around your ‘death’ to boost his fame. In a high-tech studio, he stands on stage, basking in the applause, with the centerpiece of his show—a hologram of you, larger than life, gliding down the virtual runway. The crowd is mesmerized, captivated by your ghostly image.
Suddenly, the hologram flickers, glitches, and cuts out. The room goes dark. Then, a sin -gle spotlight shines, and you walk in—not as a projection, but in the flesh.
The gasps turn into a stunned silence. He freezes mid-speech, his face draining of color.
“Next time,” you say, your voice laced with venom, “you might want to make sure the paramedics aren’t on my payroll.”
And with that, you step back, leaving him—and the world—unraveled.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
In Ạṛṭḥụṛ Ḥṛụṣ̌ọṿṣḳỵ́’s version, the husband, unbeknownst to her, has already planned to betray her. He’s been using her to set up the bodyguard, but once the bodyguard is gone, she’s next on his hit list. What actually happened? The husband’s betrayal comes too late. The bodyguard becomes too entrenched in their plan and can’t outmaneuver them both. By the time he re- alizes the double-cross, the evidence already points back to him.
The Denouement, Ẓạḍẹ Ṃẹạḍọẉṣ was hired for more than protection. He has been hunting her husband for years, connected to an old grudge, and he’s been playing along with her plan to get close enough to take them both down.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In Ḅẹṇj̣ị Ḅạḷḍẉịṇ’s version, he isn’t who he claims to be. His real identity is tied to a co- vert intelligence agency, which makes him untouchable. If she exposes him, she risks exposure herself. What actually happened? His real identity is discovered by her before she e- xecutes her plan. She manages to leverage his covert ties, turning him into the agen- cy’s scapegoat rather than untouchable protection. The agency disowns him to protect their own interests.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In C̣ạṛṭẹṛ G̣ịụḍịc̣ẹ’s version, he had already been in contact with someone from her past, a former confidante who knows all her darkest secrets and has been waiting for an opp- ortunity to strike back. The plan to disappear will fail because the safe house they were planning to flee to is compromised. What actually happened? The confidante, thought to be loyal to the bodyguard, has already switched sides. The safe house is a trap, set up by the woman and her hus- band to make the bodyguard think he’s in control. Once he leads them there, they am- bush him, eliminating his final card.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In Ḳạṇg̣ Ṃịṇ J̣ụṇ’s version, the woman’s husband has been having an affair with her best friend. The friend, jealous and vindictive, finds out about the plan and leaks it, ensuring none of them come out unscathed. What actually happened? The affair is used by the wife to her advantage. Instead of tearing apart the plan, she convinces her husband to pin the entire conspiracy on the mistress, using her as the perfect fall guy while she and her husband escape the aftermath unscathed.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In Ṛḥỵṣ Ḷạṛṣẹṇ’s version, his closest ally—his younger sister—is a private investigator. She’s been following the case from a distance, collecting evidence that will blow the couple’s plan wide open. What actually happened? His sister becomes a liability. The woman finds out about her, blackmails her into silence, or worse, eliminates her entirely, leaving the bodyguard wi- thout his key ally.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In Ṣṭẹṿẹ Ḥụḍṣọṇ’s version, the woman herself has a secret past. She’s not really an heiress but someone who conned her way into her life. Her husband knows, and he’s been waiting for the right moment to expose her. What actually happened? The fake identity becomes irrelevant because she’s crafted a backup plan. She manipulates the husband into taking the fall for her, using his wealth and power to erase any evidence of her past life, allowing her to slip away clean.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In Ṭạẹịḷ Ḳỵọj̣ụṛọ’s version, what she doesn’t know is that he was a victim of a trauma-induced memory loss years ago, and pieces of his past are slowly coming back to him—one of which involves a murder she was part of. The closer he gets to the truth, the more likely he’ll turn the tables on her. What actually happened? His memory returns too late. By the time he pieces together the full story, the woman has already planted enough evidence to frame him. She uses his un- stable mental state against him in court, portraying him as delusional and dangerous, destroying any credibility he may have left.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In J̣ạḳẹ Ṛỵạṇ’s version, the woman has a terminal illness she’s kept from her husband. Her plan to escape after framing him won’t work because she doesn’t have long to live, and her husband knows it, waiting to inherit her fortune. What actually happened? Her illness is not as terminal as she’s led others to believe. She’s been undergoing secret treatments and has more time than anyone realizes. She uses this deception to her advantage, making everyone believe she has nothing left to lose, when in reality, she’s plotting a long-term escape.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In C̣ḥṛịṣ P̣ṛạṭṭ’s version, he has a child he’s been hiding to protect from his dangerous career. The woman’s plan involves him being jailed, but if he’s arrested, his child’s existence will co- me to light, and that child holds the key to a powerful family legacy. What actually happened? The existence of the bodyguard’s child is used against him. The woman kidnaps the child, using the kid as leverage to force the bodyguard into submissi- on, ensuring he follows her plan without resistance. His desire to protect the child overrides any chance of stopping her.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
In Ḳṇọx̣ Ẓạṛạṭḥọṣ’ version, him, always one step ahead, had placed hidden cameras and re- cording devices in the estate, capturing every secret meeting between her and her husband, including their plan to frame him. What actually happened? The woman discovers the hidden cameras before they record anything crucial. She manipulates the footage, turning the recordings into false evi- dence that incriminates the bodyguard, making him look like the orchestrator of a sinister plot.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،A High-Profile bodyguard، You were hired to protect her—a high-profile heiress with too many enemies. Her life was a whirlwind of galas, business deals, and suspicious accidents. But behind her diamond-studded exterior, there was a sadness you couldn’t ignore. Slowly, she let you in, showing you the cracks in her perfect life. You grew close, too close.
One night, after yet another ‘accident,’ she invited you to her private estate. Over a glass of wine, she confessed, “I need your help. My husband… he’s trying to kill me.” You knew her husband was dangerous, but hearing it confirmed made your blood run cold. She was scared, and you swore to protect her.
You planned everything. That night, you would make your move—get her out, safe, far away from the man trying to end her life. As you prepared to leave, she stopped you, her hand trembling. “There’s something I need to show you,” she whispered, leading you into a darkened room.
The light flickered on, revealing photos plastered across the walls—of you. Years’ worth, tracking every job you’d ever done, every client you’d ever protected.
“I didn’t need you to protect me,” she said, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with something darker than fear. “I needed you to take the fall.”
Before you could react, the door burst open. Her husband stormed in, gun in hand— and that’s when you realized: they were in on it together. They didn’t want protection. They wanted a perfect scapegoat.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
It’s rumored that Ạṃạṿị Ṛạṃịṛẹẓ discovered that the yacht explosion was no accident but an attempt on her life orchestrated by her so-called ‘closest friend.’ She survived the blast but chose to remain ‘dead’ to unearth his secrets and plan her revenge. What actually happened? Her focus on revenge consumed her entirely. Instead of preparing for a powerful comeback, she was ensnared in a web of deception and plotting. This obsession with vengeance would have clouded her judgment and left her unprepared for the moment of re-emergence.
The Denouement, Ạḷịc̣ẹ Ạṛc̣ẹḍịạṇọ ingested a rare, slow-acting poison to fake her death, knowing her body would appear lifeless for hours. The explosion made it seem final, but her body was later revived by a secret accomplice—a rogue doctor.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ḥịṣọḳạ Ṣḥịṇṭạṛọ uncovered a file that revealed her supposed best friend was siphoning money from her empire. She set the explosion to create a smokescreen while she gathered evidence, planning to return when she had enough to destroy him. What actually happened? Becoming obsessed with evidence-gathering rendered her a passive observer rather than an active participant in her own story. Rather than pre- paring for a powerful entrance, she became consumed by the machinations of a revenge plot. By the time the gala arrived, she would be too entrenched in her plan to truly engage with her past, missing the opportunity to reclaim her legacy and face those who wronged her.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ṛịṇạ Ṣịṇc̣ḷạịṛ faked her death using the explosion as a cover for a meticu- lously planned escape. Before the explosion, she switched places with a yacht worker and disappeared into the night, living off hidden offshore accounts. What actually happened? The carefully orchestrated escape made her a ghost in her own life. By slipping away before the explosion, she forfeited any chance of a dramatic comeback. Instead of reclaiming her legacy, she became a mere whisper in the shadows, forever disconnected from the world that mourned her. The moment she was expected to re-emerge, the reality of her absence would overshadow her intentions, leading only to confusion.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ṃạẹ̈ḷỵṣ Ḅẹḷḷẹṛọṣẹ didn’t die in the explosion but was pulled from the water by an old fisherman who owed her family a favor. She’s been living quietly in his remote seaside shack, biding her time, waiting for the right moment to re-emerge. What actually happened? Living in hiding transformed her into a mere myth, discon- nected from the reality of her former life. In the fisherman’s shack, she would have become a prisoner of her own choices, with no opportunity to face those she left behind. When the mo- ment came to reclaim her legacy, she would have lacked the strength and resolve necessary to confront the ghosts of her past.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ṃạṛịạc̣ạṛḷạ Ṿọḷạṇṭị was the one who set the explosion, intending to fake her death all along. However, she severely miscalculated the impact and barely survived the blast. Badly burned, she spent years recovering under a new alias. What actually happened? If she had set the explosion, it would have marked her as the architect of her own demise. Miscalculating her plan would render her a tragic figure rather than a triumphant survivor. When the moment came for her to return, the weight of her failure would overshadow any chance of redemption, leaving her haunted by her own mistakes instead of celebrated for her survival.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ṛẹḅẹc̣c̣ạ Ḍẹṿẹṛạụx̣ found out she had a child just before the explosion—one she didn’t know existed. To protect the child, she staged her death and went underground to ensure no harm could come to them or the empire she left behind. What actually happened? The revelation of a secret child would have tied her to the past in a way that complicated her narrative. Instead of being seen as a survivor reclaiming her empire, she would have been viewed through the lens of motherhood, burdened by the weight of secrecy. The moment to re-emerge would be overshadowed by the responsibilities she had assumed, leaving no space for her to boldly step back into her former life.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that the explosion left C̣ọṛṇẹḷịạ Ṃạṛṭịṇ unconscious, but a diver, sent by a mysterious benefactor, rescued her from the depths. She’s spent the last years discovering who orchestrated her ‘death’ and who was truly loyal to her. What actually happened? Relying on a mysterious benefactor to rescue her stripped her of agency. When the moment came to confront the world, she would be seen not as a powerful figure who emerged from the depths but as someone saved by chance. This lack of self-determi- nation would prevent her from boldly claiming her identity, leaving her stuck in a narrative where she could never fully return to her former life.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that unbeknownst to anyone, Ṃọṛạṇạ Ṿịḍạḷ had hired a body double months before the yacht explosion. The double died in her place, while she made a discreet exit from the country under a new identity. She’s been watching everything from afar. What actually happened? The return never happened because using a body double created a disconnect from her own identity. If someone else had taken her place, the emotional gravity of a return would have been diminished. The real her would have been lost to a fabricated narrative, and any attempt to reclaim her life would be tainted by the knowledge of that deceit. The gala would only remind everyone of the double’s sacrifice, leaving her with no space to re-enter her own story.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that when Ạṇṇạ Ỵạṇg̣ ‘died’ it was actually her twin sister. The two had switched places before the explosion, with her sister tragically dying in her place. Now, she’s come back to reclaim her life and her empire—by any means necessary. What actually happened? The switching of places with her twin sister created an emotional and psychological barrier. With her sister’s tragic death, she would be left grappling with guilt and loss rather than the strength to reclaim her identity. When the gala arrived, her connection to her past would be irrevocably altered, preventing her from stepping into the light as the woman who once was. Instead, she would remain lost in the shadows of her sister’s fate, unable to face the world she ruled.
Unmask the Ⲋẹc̣ṛẹṭ, who changed the course of actions?
It’s rumored that Ọḷịṿịạ Ṣṃịṭḥ hired a lookalike to take her place on the yacht that fateful day. Her ‘death’ was staged, but it wasn’t her who perished—it was someone else entirely. She made sure the body was unrecognizable after the explosion. What actually happened? The plan was too reliant on deception. While a lookalike could have fooled the world momentarily, the emotional and psychological weight of a return would always be marred by the knowledge that someone else had taken her place. When the truth came to light, the connection to her past would have been severed, leaving her legacy shattered and her return meaningless.
T̲h̲e̲ P̲r̲o̲m̲pt̲ː ،Rebirth among the waves، For years, you were nothing more than a whispered legend―a woman lost in a tragic yacht explosion off the Amalfi Coast. Your name was etched in memories, your legacy frozen in time. Gone, they all believed.
Until tonight.
At a high-society gala in Italy, the room falls silent as the lights flicker and a woman steps through the entrance. Gasps ripple through the crowd as they recognize your face―impossibly, unmistakably, you. As you move through the stunned guests, you lock your fiery eyes with the man who inherited your empire, your ‘closest friend’. His glass slips from his hand, shattering on the floor.
“You... you’re dead,” he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. You smile. “You should’ve checked the body.”
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse. ²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story. You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character. ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
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⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻
➲ Though Ạạṃịṛ likes to believe he’s in
control, he’s trapped in this life. Every ti
-me he thinks about abandoning his ritu
-al or leaving the band, an unseen force
stops him, keeping him locked in the cy
-cle he’s created.
Even though he tries to act like he can
walk away anytime, he’s deeply entan-
gled in the cycle he created. He’s stuck,
repeating the same patterns until he sli
-ps up and cannot hide what he’s done.
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⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻
➲ The woods aren’t just a hiding place
for Ṿịḳṭọṛ; they’re the site of a twisted ri
-tual. He goes there not just to reminis-
ce but to deepen his hold over those
he’s lured in.
His ritual in the woods may give him
control now, but each time he perfor-
ms it, its effectiveness diminishes. He
doesn’t realize it yet, but his hold over
others is weakening as the magic he
relies on starts to break down.
Walk to the woods
⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻
➲ The journal is written in code, with e
-ach entry marked in symbols only Ạṭḷạṣ
understands. It doesn’t just record nam
-es; it details each person’s fears, drea
-ms, and secrets—ammunition he uses
to control them.
The coded journal he believes to be sa
-fe isn’t as impenetrable as he thinks.
Someday, it will be discovered, and so
-meone with the patience to decode it
will reveal the trail of secrets he’s tried
so hard to keep.
⸻ ‘Ballad of Hidden Souls’ ⸻
➲ Ṛọḅẹṛṭ’s hidden collection in the wo-
ods isn’t merely symbolic—it’s cursed.
Each item binds him to those he’s hurt,
keeping him accountable to the lives h
-e’s manipulated. Someday, they’ll com
-e to reclaim what he’s taken.
The cursed stash of mementos, meant
to bind others to him, slowly binds him
to them instead. Every item he adds br
-ings him closer to his own undoing, tr-
apping him in the same obsession he
inflicted on others.
T h e H a l l o w e e n E d i t i o n
You are the guitarist everyone warns about, but that doesn’t stop them from craving
you. You play the game so well—strumming out songs like secrets and watching e-
very gaze follow you as if under a spell. Night after night, girls cling to your every m
-ove, every whisper. You let them think they know you, let them believe they’re the
one to crack your mystery.
But there’s something they don’t see: every time a storm rolls in, you disappear. You
slip out into the dark, leaving behind nothing but the lingering scent of your cologne
on someone’s pillow. The band wonders where you go; they tease you about your
“secret muse.” You just smile, shrug it off, knowing they’d never believe the truth.
One night, as the rain hammers down, you’re out there again, making your way th-
rough the woods, boots sinking into the mud. You think you’re alone—until you cat-
ch a glimpse of movement behind you. One of your fans has followed you, her silh
-ouette just visible in the downpour. You let her come closer, let her curiosity drive
her forward until she’s within arm’s reach.
“What are you doing out here?” she asks, her voice trembling. But when you turn
to face her, she stumbles back, eyes widening. She’s finally seen what lies beneath
the surface, the truth no one was meant to know. You smile, reaching out, knowing
this is a secret she’ll never get to tell.
Out here, under the cover of rain and shadows, she catches a glimpse of it—the real
reason you vanish into the night.
In the woods, buried beneath tangled roots and leaves, is a stash of mementos.
They’re tokens you’ve taken from every fan you’ve let close, each one marked with
a memory only you understand: a silver locket, a broken phone, a lipstick smudged
with the faintest hint of red. And then, beneath the pile, there’s something even wor-
se—a journal filled with their names, every encounter carefully written down, every
word they’ve told you memorized.
But it’s not just a collection. It’s a record of something sinister—a reminder of how
you control and discard, luring each person in only to claim a piece of them, leaving
them broken and obsessed long after you’ve moved on. And as she realizes what
she’s stumbled upon, you can see the horror dawning in her eyes.
But tonight, you won’t let her get away.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the
course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ F̣ẹḍẹṛịc̣ọ made a secret pact with a
demonic entity when he was younger,
trading his soul for power within the ch
-urch. The girl isn’t a temptation; she’s
part of the pact—a figure sent to collect
on the deal—disguised as innocence.
The demon collects on the pact before
he can complete his plans, trapping hi-
m in a cycle of torment where he’s con
-stantly teased with power but never all
-owed to fully control it. The girl was his
last chance to break free, but he fails to
recognize her role in time.
The Denouement,
➲ Ṭḥạṇẹ has no memory of his past cr
imes, as they’ve been erased through
a ritual. However, the girl is part of his
forgotten past, a survivor of something
horrific he did during his early years in
the clergy. She knows the truth, and h-
er presence is meant to make him rem
-ember.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ Ṃạṛḳ is trapped in a psychological lo
-op. Every time he sins with the girl, the
timeline resets, forcing him to experien-
ce the temptation over and over. He’s
been living the same life for centuries,
unable to break free from a recurring sin.
No matter what he tries, the priest is
stuck in the loop, constantly making the
same mistakes. He never finds the key
to breaking free, doomed to repeat his
sins for eternity. The repetition drives hi
-m to madness, and his faith collapses.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ Behind Ạṃọṣ’ pious demeanor, he is
actually an operative working for a cov-
ert group within the church, sent to elim
-inate threats to the Vatican. The girl is
linked to a target—and seducing her is
part of his mission to uncover a secret
her family holds.
The priest’s mission becomes compro
-mised when he develops feelings for
the girl. His hesitation and emotional
attachment prevent him from comple-
ting his task, and the covert group he
works for sees him as a liability. He’s
eliminated for failing his mission.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ Ṃạṭṭḥẹẉ is being groomed by the ch
-urch to become a living saint, suppos-
edly a man of purity and miracles. The
girl was sent by higher-ups in the chur-
ch to test his faith, but she too is being
manipulated—unaware of the darker
motives behind the scenes.
The pressure to live up to the saintly
image is too great, and the priest fal-
ters under the church’s intense scruti
-ny. The girl’s presence unravels his
resolve, and he sins, knowing full well
that failing this test will expose his hu-
man weaknesses and shatter the chu
-rch’s faith in him.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ Ḥẹṇṛỵ doesn’t believe in God at all.
He entered the clergy to hide from his
criminal past, using the church as a s-
hield from authorities and from those
he betrayed in his old life.
His lack of true faith is eventually ex-
posed—and those who followed him
blindly turn against him, stripping him
of power. Without the church’s prote-
ction, he is left vulnerable to both the
law and the enemies from his past,
leading to his downfall.
profetu fals
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ J̣ọṣịạḥ has been orchestrating the gi
-rl’s “sins.” He manipulates her into fee
-ling guilt, making her believe she is a
sinner, when in reality, her confessions
are based on lies he’s planted in her mi
-nd, bending her to his will.
His manipulations backfire when the gi
-rl uncovers the truth and exposes him.
His web of lies unravels, and the girl tu
-rns against him, using his tactics agai-
nst him. The church finds out, and he’s
cast out as a fraud, losing his authority
and respect.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ Years ago, Ḷụḳạṣ performed a botch
-ed exorcism on a young woman who
died in the process. The girl he sins wi
-th is her younger sister, and she has
no idea he was responsible for her sis
-ter’s death.
The priest’s guilt over the failed exor-
cism resurfaces, consuming him. The
girl, upon learning the truth, either se-
eks revenge or justice, and the priest
becomes a haunted shell of his former
self, unable to forgive himself for the
sins of his past.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ C̣ḥṛịṣṭịạṇ was forced into the church
by his family, who come from a long li-
ne of religious figures. He never want-
ed this life—but stays out of obligation.
The girl he sins with is a reminder of
the life he left behind, one he despera
-tely wants back.
In trying to reclaim his old life, the pri-
est’s actions lead to scandal, damag-
ing both his family’s name andhis ow
-n future. His attempt to break free fr-
om his obligations only deepens his
misery as he’s disowned and ostraci-
zed from both the church & his family.
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ C̣ọṇṣṭạṇṭịṇẹ has a child he’s kept se-
cret for years, born out of a scandalous
affair with another woman before he en
-tered the clergy. The girl he sins with
unknowingly carries his bloodline, whic
-h is why he feels drawn to her in an un
natural way.
The truth about the priest’s child is un-
covered by the church, and his secret
relationship with the girl, who turns out
to be his daughter, leads to a devasta-
ting scandal. The revelation ruins not
just his reputation, but destroys any fu
-ture for redemption.
Hidden daddy
⸻ ‘The Confessional Trap’ ⸻
➲ The girl is not human but a vessel for
a divine being.. She has no awareness
of this, but the Ẹḷịạṣ’ sinful act awakens
something within her. His sin triggers a
series of events that could either bring
about salvation or the end of days, de-
pending on his next actions.
In sinning with the girl, he unintentiona
-lly triggers a catastrophic event inste-
ad of divine intervention. Rather than
salvation, his actions bring about an a-
pocalyptic consequence, — he’s left to
face the end of the world knowing it w-
as his fault.
Holy joly vessel
NICHOLAS ALEXANDER CHAVEZ as Josiah Sforza, 2
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You stood in the dim confessional, the heavy weight of your priestly collar pressing
down on your neck as she entered the booth. You could sense her presence before
she even spoke, the sweet scent of youth filling the small space.
Her voice, when she finally whispered, trembled with innocence—confessing sins
of minor importance, but it was the unspoken that hung in the air between you.
She came every week.
Each time, her confessions grew longer, more intimate, until the line between priest
and sinner blurred in your mind. You knew you were teetering on the edge of some-
thing forbidden, yet you couldn’t resist the way she looked at you with those wide,
trusting eyes.
It was wrong. You knew that.
But one night, after hours, you found yourself in the small chapel, kneeling before
her as she stood at the altar, alone, her fingers tracing the edges of her rosary. The
temptation became too much. You moved closer, your heart pounding, knowing full
well that you were about to cross a line you could never return from.
And then it happened.
You touched her hand, felt the spark, and leaned in. But as your lips brushed her
skin, she smiled—a knowing, sinister smile that sent a chill down your spine. Befo
-re you could pull away, she whispered, “It’s time you confessed.”
The world shifted around you, the chapel walls dissolving like smoke. You blinked
and found yourself inside a confessional again, but this time, you were kneeling on
the other side. The girl stood before you, older now, her eyes dark, as if she’d seen
too much.
“Do you remember?” she asked, her voice cold and unfamiliar.
Suddenly, memories you had long buried surfaced—a flood of faces, women, sins
you had hidden deep within your past. You had done this before. Not with her, but
with others. She wasn’t the first, but she would be the last.
The girl was no ordinary sinner.
She had been sent for you. Sent to make you repent for the lives you ruined. And
now, you were trapped here, forced to relive each sin from the other side, over and
over, in a confessional that had no escape.
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²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the
course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story.
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It’s believed that the intricate wallpaper has a faint outline that only be-
comes visible under moonlight. Behind it is a forgotten door, which can
only be opened when the moon is at its highest point.
⸻ The forgotten door behind the wallpaper only opens u-
nder a full moon, but the moon’s cycle has been altered by the dollhou
-se’s magic, making it impossible for the moon to reach its highest poi-
nt—therefore impossible for Ṛẹg̣ạẹ́ṇịẹ Ṛọṣṣṿẹḷṭ to escape.
The Denouement,
Tucked away in an overlooked corner of the library, there is a forgotten
spellbook. Inside is an unfinished spell that, when completed, will diss-
olve the magical bindings of the house—allowing Ṃẹḷọḍỵ Ḥẹp̣ḅụṛṇ to
break free.
It’s believed that the dolls whisper to each other at night, and one ni-
ght Ạḷẹṣṣạṇḍṛạ Ṛọẉẹ overhears them. They speak of a secret phra-
se that, when said aloud, breaks the spell of the house and opens the
way out. She must listen carefully to learn the exact words.
⸻ The dolls’ whispers are filled with deception, leading
her to believe she overheard a secret phrase that doesn’t exist, kee-
ping her within the confines of the house.
It’s believed that every time the wind chimes ring, they play part of an
ancient melody. If Ṣạḅịṇẹ Ḷẹ́c̣ụỵẹṛ learns to hum the complete tune,
the front door will unlock, allowing her to leave.
⸻ The ancient melody played by the wind chimes is in-
complete; it changes every time she tries to hum it, preventing her fr
-om ever learning the correct tune to unlock the door.
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It’s believed that among the delicate flowers in the vases, there is one
with petals that never wilt. Inside it, hidden deep within the blossom, is
a small, golden key that unlocks a secret exit to the dollhouse for C̣ẹ́ḷị-
ṇẹ Ẹịṛḷỵṣ.
⸻ The hidden key in the flowers is cursed. If she tries to
use it, it will only lead to a false exit, trapping her in a loop of time wit-
hin the dollhouse.
the forgotten spellbook
It’s believed that in the corner of the room is a single unlit candle. If Ạḷẹ-
j̣ạṇḍṛạ G̣ạṛc̣ịạ lights it with her breath instead of fire, it will reveal a hidd-
en staircase leading beneath the house—a path to freedom.
⸻ The unlit candle requires a specific breath infused with
hope and desire, but her spirit has grown too dim over time to produce
the needed essence, rendering her unable to light it.
It’s believed that the old grandfather clock stands as a silent guardian in
the hallway. If Ẹḍịṭḥ Ḅḷạc̣ḳḅụṛṇ manages to turn the clock’s hands back-
ward to midnight, the clock will stop ticking and reveal a hidden door be
-neath its base.
⸻ The grandfather clock’s hands are enchanted and refu-
se to move backward, causing any attempt to set them to midnight to
result in confusion and further entrapment.
The Ḥịḍḍẹṇ Ḳẹỵ in the Flowers
It’s believed that there is a small mirror in the house that disappears and
reappears in different rooms. If Ṃịạ Ḷạc̣ẹỵ finds it at the right time, it will
reflect not her image, but the world outside—an illusion she must step in
-to to escape.
⸻ The vanishing mirror reflects only what she most desires,
not the true outside world. If she steps into it, she will only find herself ba
-ck in the dollhouse, lost in an illusion.
atp... the dolls
It’s believed that one of the paintings on the wall shows a garden sce-
ne. When touched, it changes, revealing a hidden gate in the painting.
By pressing her hand against it at the right moment, Ṃịṇx̣ Ḍẹḷạṇẹỵ can
walk through the painting and into the real garden outside.
⸻ The hidden gate in the painting is a trap set by the doll
-house creator. Attempting to walk through it will transport her deeper
into the dollhouse, rather than outside.
It’s believed that the dollhouse’s creator bound Ḷẹx̣ịẹ Ṇọṛẉạỵ within by
using her name. If she can discover his secret name, whispered to her
in dreams, she can speak it aloud and gain control of the house, relea-
sing herself.
⸻ The creator’s name is lost to time and memories, and
although she hears whispers in her dreams, they are always incomple
-te or misleading, leaving her unable to speak it correctly.
imi pui gand rau la fata!!!
It’s believed that one of the porcelain dolls on the shelf holds a small,
enchanted gemstone in its eye socket. If Ṇẹṛịṣṣạ Ḍịạḷḷọ can remove it,
it will act as a portal, showing her the way out.
⸻ The enchanted gemstone in the doll’s eye is cursed to
return to the doll every time it is removed, trapping her in an endless
cycle of attempts to use it as a portal.
Doll
daaaaar... the locked clock
Grimes/ Regaénie Rossvelt.
Selena Gomez/ Alessandra Rowe.
Vanessa Hudgens in her Gabriella Montez era, as Lexie Norway
You sit in a room drenched in pastel colors, surrounded by soft, delicate things—lace
curtains, porcelain figurines, and a bouquet of fresh roses. Everything is perfect, alm-
ost dreamlike. You move through the house like a ballerina, placing each object with
care. Adjusting a ribbon here, fluffing a pillow there. It calms you.
You don’t know when you started, but it feels like you’ve been here forever.
Outside, the sun is golden, casting a warm glow over the room. You’ve never felt the
need to leave. Why would you? The flowers never wilt, the tea is always hot, and the
wardrobe is endless, all in soft shades of pink and ivory.
But today, there’s a knock at the door. No one ever knocks. You hesitate, then glide
over to answer it. A woman stands on the porch, her face pale and drawn. She looks
at you like she’s seen a ghost.
“I’ve come to take you home,” she says.
You blink, confused. “I am home.”
“No,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “You’ve been missing for five years. This…
this is a dollhouse.”
You look around—the walls, the flowers, the delicate lace. And then you notice: the
seams, the artificial edges, the tiny imperfections you never saw before.
“I can’t be missing. I… I live here,” you insist, backing away.
The woman shakes her head. “Look closer.”
You turn to the mirror. The reflection shows you—only smaller, porcelain.
Eyes painted on, skin that isn’t skin at all, but molded. You touch your face, but it’s
no longer soft—it’s cold, smooth. Plastic.
“No…” you gasp, the realization hitting you like ice water.
The woman reaches for you, desperation in her eyes. “Come with me before it’s too
late.”
But before you can move, you hear it—the sound of a key turning, the faint click of a
lock. You freeze. The woman’s face pales even more.
“You’re not meant to leave,” a voice whispers behind you. You turn, but no one is the-
re. Just the dolls on the shelf, watching, waiting.
The door slams shut. And then you know—you’re not just living in a dollhouse.
You’re one of the dolls. And you’ll never leave again.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the
course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story.
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It’s believed that unbeknownst to Ḅẹạṭṛịx̣ Ḍụḅṛọṿṣḳị, she is the firstborn of a cursed bloodline. Every first-
born child of her family is destined to die in the house and serve as its eternal guardian until the next heir
takes their place.
What actually happened? Her family has no history of curses or strange deaths. None of her an-
cestors died in the house, and no records exist of any curse tied to her bloodline. The idea of a curse is just
a story passed down, not a real factor in her fate.
The Denouement,
The house is alive in its own way, an entity that consumes the souls of those who die within it. Ṃạḍẹḷạịṇẹ
Ḅọṛḍẹạụx̣’s essence is trapped in the house’s walls, becoming part of its structure. Only by destroying the house can she be set free.
It’s believed that on the night G̣ṛạc̣ịẹ Ṣp̣ạc̣ẹḍẹẉẹṣ died, another spirit stole a piece of her soul. Until she
retrieves it, she will be incomplete and bound to the house, wandering in search of what was taken from her.
What actually happened? She feels whole—there’s no sense of something missing. No other ghost
or entity has taken part of her soul, and she has no sensations of being incomplete. She feels just as she al-
ways did, only now in the afterlife.
ps: tare frumix vivienne
It’s believed that Ṿịṿịẹṇṇẹ Ḷẹ Ḍọṃạṣ is reliving her last moments over and over. Every time she reaches
the point of realizing she’s dead, her memory resets, and she starts all over again. She’s trapped in a ne
-ver-ending cycle of her own death.
What actually happened? She hasn’t been reliving the same events over and over. In fact, time
has clearly passed; she remembers every day and sees new things in the house. She has already moved
beyond her death, so this cannot be the reason.
It’s believed that Ṣạṃạṇṭḥạ G̣ṛẹẹṇẉọọḍ made a promise to someone the night she died, but she’s forgo-
tten it. That promise remains unfulfilled, and her spirit is anchored to the house until she remembers and
keeps her word.
What actually happened? She has thought back on every moment of her last night and every im-
portant person in her life. She never made a significant promise that could have tied her to the house.
She’s certain she has no commitments left to fulfill.
It’s believed that Ḳạṭḥẹṛịṇạ Ḷẹc̣ḷẹṛc̣ didn’t just fall that night—she was pushed, murdered by someone
who had a secret to hide. Until the truth of her death is revealed, she cannot leave, doomed to remain
within the house until justice is served.
What actually happened? After reviewing her final moments over and over, she realizes there
was no foul play. She simply slipped and fell. There was no other person involved, no murderer, and no
conspiracy. The truth of her death is clear—it was a tragic accident, nothing more.
It’s believed that the house holds the spirits of others who died there, but one ghost has a deep grudge
against Ạṣṭṛịḍ Ḍụṣḳẉạḷḳẹṛ. This vengeful spirit refuses to let her go, keeping her trapped in the house
as a form of eternal punishment for reasons she can’t remember.
What actually happened? Her life was simple and peaceful; she had no enemies, no one who
would want to seek revenge on her in death. Any spirits in the house seem indifferent to her presence,
and there is no ill will directed at her.
Veniți și aici
an unseen grudge
It’s believed that on the night she died, Ṛḥịạṇṇọṇ Ẹṿẹṛḥẹạṛṭ had a moment of hesitation—something she
regretted not doing, like calling out for help or making a different choice. This deep, unspoken regret ties
her spirit to the house until she can confront it.
What actually happened? She has already come to terms with her last moments and feels no lin
-gering regret. She’s reflected on every choice she made the night she died and accepted what happened.
Her spirit has no unfinished business in that sense.
It’s believed that the house is guarded by a sinister figure known as The Keeper. The Keeper claims a soul
every Halloween to maintain his power over the house. Until someone takes her place, Ṃẹ́ḷạṇịẹ F̣ọṣṭẹṛ is
bound to stay.
What actually happened? There is no evidence of The Keeper or any figure guarding the house.
No one else has seen or felt its presence, and no legends or signs of such an entity exist in the history of
the house.
It’s believed that the house feeds off fear, and Ṃẹṭṭẹ J̣ạṇịṣc̣ḥ’s terror of accepting her own death is what
keeps her there. Until she can face the truth of her fate, she will remain tied to the house, haunted by her
own denial.
What actually happened? She has fully accepted that she’s dead. She understands her fate, and
while she might not like it, she’s not in denial or gripped by fear. If her fear was the cause, she would have
moved on by now.
It’s believed that there is one room in the house that Ḥạṛḷọẉ Ḍụṇṇẹ has never entered, and it holds the
key to her release. She is bound to the house until she uncovers the truth hidden behind that locked do-
or, but something within her prevents her from stepping inside.
What actually happened? She has explored every corner of the house. There are no locked do-
ors, no hidden chambers that could hold the key to her release. She’s been everywhere and found no-
thing mysterious behind any doors.
The F̣ọṛg̣ọṭṭẹṇ Promise
The old house at the end of the street had been abandoned for years, its windows
dark and boarded, but every Halloween, kids in the neighborhood dared each other
to sneak inside. This year, it was your turn. You had always heard the stories about
the house—how it was cursed, how anyone who entered would hear the whispers
in the walls, how they’d see things that weren’t there
You weren’t scared of ghost stories. With your friends watching from a distance, you
slipped through the broken fence and walked up to the front door, your heart poun-
ding harder than you’d admit. The door creaked open with little effort, and you step-
ped inside, the floorboards groaning beneath your feet.
The air was thick, cold, and heavy with the smell of rot. You flicked on your flashlight,
sweeping it across the room. Dust danced in the beam, but the house was empty—
just as it had been for decades. You took a deep breath and ventured further in, your
footsteps echoing in the silence.
.
Then you heard it—a soft, almost imperceptible whisper.
Your name.
Your breath caught in your throat. You spun around, but no one was there. The wh-
ispers grew louder, coming from every direction, circling you. Panic clawed at your
chest as the voice became clearer.
“Come home.”
The walls seemed to close in around you, shadows creeping closer. You turned to
run, but stopped cold as a figure stepped out from the dark—a young girl, her face
eerily familiar. She had the same dark hair, the same wide eyes.
You stared, heart hammering. “Who… who are you?”
The girl smiled, but it was a smile without warmth. “You don’t remember, do you?”
You took a step back, your mind racing. Something about the girl felt wrong—like
looking into a twisted mirror. “Remember what?”
The girl’s smile widened as she whispered, “You died here. Last Halloween.”
And in that moment, the memories flooded back—the fall from the staircase, the
blood, the sound of your own scream. Your body had never left this house.
The house wasn’t haunted by someone else.
It was haunted by you.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲ ― the secret is actually the detail changing the
course of the actions, deciding on the winning protagonist of the happening story.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.
It’s believed that Ṇạṭḥạṇịẹḷ Ẉạḷḳẹṛ has a connection with a smuggler who operates out of the
local harbor. He’ll have the body weighted down and dumped far out at sea, ensuring it sinks
to the ocean floor, never to be discovered.
What actually happened? A fisherman accidentally catches part of the weighted body
in his net, and local authorities open an investigation. With the body in poor condition but iden-
tifiable, the discovery leads straight back to his harbor contacts.
The Denouement,
Ẹṇẓọ ḍẹ Ḷục̣ạ has a secret room in the basement of his casino where he keeps a large vat of
acid for such occasions. He carefully disposes of the body, ensuring it dissolves completely,
leaving no trace behind.
It’s believed that Ṿịṇc̣ẹṇṭ Ṃạṛḷọẉẹ has access to an industrial incinerator in a factory he owns.
He’ll cremate the body late at night, ensuring no one is around, leaving nothing but ashes to
be scattered anonymously.
What actually happened? The factory’s incinerator unexpectedly malfunctions, leaving
half-burnt remains behind. When employees discover the body parts during a routine check,
authorities trace the incident back to him.
incinerator
It’s believed that Ẹḷịạṣ Ạḍạṃọṣ will freeze the body in a hidden freezer he keeps for “special
situations.” Once the heat dies down, he’ll dispose of it slowly, piece by piece, over time in
various locations, so no single trace remains.
What actually happened? Power to the secret freezer fails during a blackout, causing
the body to thaw and emit a foul odor. Neighbors notice the smell, leading to an investigation
of the property, eventually linking the hidden freezer to him.
It’s believed that J̣ụḷịẹṇ Ḷạụṛẹṇṭ will stage a fatal car accident, placing the body in a wrecked
vehicle. He’ll arrange for the car to be found on a deserted highway, burned beyond recogni-
tion, with all identifying marks erased, making it look like an unfortunate accident.
What actually happened? Investigators find inconsistencies in the car accident sce-
ne. Forensic experts determine that the crash was staged and that the body was already de
aad before the accident. A deep dive into the man’s criminal debts leads back to him.
It’s believed that Ṇịc̣c̣ọḷọ́ G̣ạḷḷục̣c̣ị has a farm in a rural area, and his pigs are always hungry.
He’ll transport the body there, where the pigs will eat everything, including bones. No remains
will be left to trace back to him.
What actually happened? One of the pigs dies shortly after the body disposal, raising
suspicion among local farmers. An autopsy reveals human remains in the pig’s digestive sys-
tem, alerting authorities to investigate the farm’s ownership and the his involvement.
It’s believed that F̣ṛạṇḳịẹ C̣ụṇṇịṇg̣ḥạṃ owns a construction company that’s building a new
high-rise nearby. He’ll have the body buried deep within the foundation, ensuring it will ne-
ver be found once the building is completed.
What actually happened? A construction worker accidentally uncovers remains du
-ring renovations years later. DNA testing identifies the body, and investigators begin linking
the disappearance to his construction company.
It’s believed that Ịẓḳẹḷ Ṿịḷṭṛọp̣ has connections with a coroner who helps him swap the man’s
body with an unidentified John Doe from the morgue. The man’s remains are cremated, while
the John Doe is left in a ditch to be found as a random murder victim.
What actually happened? The coroner assisting with the body swap is caught in an
unrelated investigation. Under pressure, the coroner confesses to helping cover up multiple
bodies, including the man’s, unraveling the entire operation.
It’s believed that C̣ṛịṣṭọp̣ḥẹṛ Ḷịg̣ḥṭẉọọḍ will place the body inside a refrigerated meat truck
that delivers to his casino’s restaurant. By the time anyone notices something amiss, the
body will have been transported and mixed in with other goods, making it impossible to track.
What actually happened? The truck is pulled over for a routine inspection by high-
way patrol. When the body is discovered among the cargo, the driver panics and reveals co-
nnections to him, sparking a full investigation.
It’s believed that Ṿḷạḍịṃịṛ F̣ẹḍọṛọṿ will stage the scene to make it look like the man fled
in panic. He plants evidence (a hastily packed suitcase, fake plane tickets, etc.) sugges-
ting the man disappeared after being confronted, leading everyone to believe he’s on the run.
What actually happened? The staged disappearance doesn’t hold up under scru-
tiny. The man’s financial records show no intention of fleeing, and the police become sus-
picious when security footage reveals he never left the casino after his last visit.
It’s believed that Ḍẹṛẹḳ Ḥạḷẹ has a funeral home under his control. He’ll have the body
quietly cremated, using fake death records to process it as a natural death, so no one
ever questions the disappearance.
What actually happened? A mistake in the funeral home’s records raises red
flags. Investigators find discrepancies in death certificates and missing paperwork, un-
covering a string of illegal cremations tied to him.
Giuseppe Maggio/ Enzo de Luca, 12.
Nr 3
6
At your feet, there is a man on his knees excusing his means, promising a solution,
and begging for his own life’s mercy through substance-less eyes. In the last month
he has lost his wife, been kicked out of his own home, had his car impounded on
suspicion of tax evasion, been beaten up by your men, and the worst charge—lost
over forty thousand dollars, gambling on borrowed money in your casino and now
he owes you.
You’ve been through this formality before—with an ultimatum—yet when the barrel
of your gun touched his wrinkled forehead, only then does he get it.
“I understand that luck has been eluding you lately, man, but when you owe some-
one, you gotta see it through.”
His trembling hands assured you he’d do anything to keep you from being his exe-
cutioner tonight. Inside his rotten lungs, the air stopped. “If this would clear my debt
with you, I’d even cut my own finger off for you.”
You let a pocketknife slide across the desk. The man looks at you with quivering he-
art and defeaning fear. His internal monologue is way too thunderous—what if it’s
going to cause an infection? What if you coated the blade in a substance that will
seep into his veins and dry him out inside until he disintegrates? What if, what if, what
if... You’ve done nothing to the knife.
When he slams the blade down, the defeaning room fills with a prolonged howl as
blood spurts like an artesian foutain.
“Does that prove how loyal I’m going to be to you?”
“It might prove mental illness.”
The shock on the man’s face is worth more than the pain he felt at the thoughtless
act. “But you said—”
“Man,” you say derisively. “No one asked you to cut your finger off. Most certainly,
not myself. This is me giving you the means, since you said you’ll cut off a finger.
Just because you see the temptation, does not mean you f–cking jump at it.”
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually
the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.
It’s rumored that, ccasionally, Ṇọṿẹḷḷị́ạ Ṣṭụṭẓ catches herself in a reflection with nothing staring
back at her. Her reflection fades, but only when she’s dressed as Audrey does the image return.
Without the costume, she’s invisible to the world.
What actually happened? Just as she vanishes from reflections entirely, something pul-
ls her back—her reflection reappears, but it is distorted, unrecognizable. She cannot become
Audrey fully, nor can she return to herself. The reflection is caught in an eternal in-between, a
twisted reminder of what she tried and failed to become.
The Denouement,
C̣ḷạụḍẹ C̣ḥạṛṛịẹṛ finds a Polaroid photograph of herself, dressed as Audrey, but the date scri-
bbled in the corner is from decades before she was born. As she stares at it, the edges of her
face blur, slowly being replaced by Audrey’s, until the image no longer resembles her at all.
It’s rumored that Ạụṭụṃṇ Ṃạḷḳọẉịṭẓ began to see lines of dialogue that weren’t in the
script, written in faded ink. Old conversations, moments from Hepburn’s life that no
one else notices. When she repeats them, people around her nod, unaware that they
weren’t part of the original screenplay.
What actually happened? The strange, ghostly lines of dialogue that weren’t
originally in the script begin to fade and blur. She can no longer read them, no matter
how hard she tries. These lost conversations reveal the limits of memory and time—
Audrey’s life is gone, and no amount of reenacting can revive it fully.
It’s rumored that when Ḅṛịẹḷḷẹ Ṛọṣẹ looks in the mirror, her reflection becomes colder,
more distant. It’s her face, but the eyes that stare back at her hold a sadness that do-
esn’t belong to her—a weight from another time.
What actually happened? The mirror that once showed her transformation in-
to Audrey shatters under the weight of conflicting identities. Each shard reflects a diff-
erent version of herself, none of them whole. With no clear reflection, both identities
disintegrate, and she is left with fragments—neither Audrey nor herself.
It’s rumored that Ạụṛẹ́ḷịẹ Ṣṭ.̣ C̣ḷạịṛ’s own voice becomes softer, frailer, as if something is
slowly choking her presence. But when she speaks in Audrey’s accent, the strength re-
turns, as though her true voice can no longer be heard.
What actually happened? As her voice becomes softer, it eventually fades to
nothing, leaving her mute. Audrey’s voice cannot take hold, and without her own, she is
left voiceless. No words, no lines—her identity collapses into silence. The power of voi-
ce, lost, renders the transformation incomplete.
Fading voice
It’s rumored that a small, antique music box appears in Ṃẹṛẹḍịṭḥ Ḅṛọọṃf̣ịẹḷḍ’s dressing
room, playing the exact melody of Audrey’s favorite tune. No matter where she hides it,
it reappears, always playing when she feels the most vulnerable, like a lullaby from ano
-ther life.
What actually happened? The haunting music box that once appeared and re-
appeared now falls silent. The tune fades mid-melody, the mechanism breaking down,
as though the force behind it has run out of power. With no song to guide her, the girl
loses her way between identities, left adrift in a silence that can’t be undone.
It’s rumored that Ạṣṭọṛịạ Ḳạṛṇṣṭẹịṇ’s modern clothes began to disappear. One by one,
they vanish from her closet, replaced by replicas of Audrey’s famous outfits. Soon, her
entire wardrobe is filled with vintage dresses, and she no longer remembers what she
used to wear.
What actually happened? Her vintage clothes, which once seemed like a se-
amless part of Audrey’s life, begin to decay. The fabric frays, falls apart, and what re-
mains of the elegant outfits unravels before her eyes. Without the costumes, the girl
can no longer embody Audrey. Stripped of her appearance, she is left in a liminal sta-
te, neither Audrey nor herself.
It’s rumored that C̣ḥạṛḷọṭṭẹ Ḍạṿịṣ started having vivid memories of events she has never
lived—red carpets, meeting Hollywood icons, film sets she’s never stepped on. The me-
mories feel more real than her own past, overwhelming her with a strange nostalgia.
What actually happened? The vivid, borrowed memories become fragmented.
They loop endlessly, repeating the same moments, but now they play out like scenes in
a broken film reel. The girl starts to notice inconsistencies—people who never existed,
events that couldn’t have happened. The illusion cracks, revealing the hollowness of the
memories.
It’s rumored that slowly, Ẹḷịẓạḅẹṭḥ C̣ọọp̣ẹṛ begins forgetting her own name. People call
out to her, and she hesitates, unable to recall who she is anymore. Her own name sou-
nds foreign, as if it belonged to someone else, while “Audrey” feels like home.
What actually happened? Just as she’s fully absorbed into Audrey’s life, her
true name returns, like a whisper she can’t ignore. This reminder of who she once was
breaks the illusion, unraveling the threads of the identity she’s been stitched into. The
persistence of her original name pulls her back from the brink of total loss.
forgotten name
It’s rumored that Ạạḷịỵạḥ Ṛọḅịṇṣọṇ’s handwriting starts to change. As she practices her
lines, she notices it morphing into Audrey’s looping, delicate script, as if her own hand is
losing control and being guided by someone else’s.
What actually happened? Though her handwriting began to match Audrey’s, it
begins to falter, caught between two identities. Words tremble on the page, half in her
own style, half in Audrey’s, as if the two personas are fighting for dominance. Neither
handwriting wins, leaving her unable to write coherently at all, stuck between the two selves.
It’s rumored that Ạṃẹ́ḷịẹ Ṛẹṇạṛḍ started noticing a shadow that doesn’t quite align with her
movements. It flickered, slightly delayed, and its silhouette seems more slender, poised—
like Audrey’s. It haunted her, following her even when no light should cast a shadow.
What actually happened? As the girl’s transformation nears completion, the sha-
dow that once followed her starts to vanish. Without a shadow, there’s nothing left to an-
chor her to reality, making her invisible to the world—even to herself. The shadow, once
an echo of Audrey, can no longer exist in a world where both Audrey and the girl fade into
nothingness.
shadow on the wall
Nr 5!:))
Elizabeth Cooper
10, Lily Collins/ Aurélie St. Clair.
You step into the role, they say—into her life. A script in your hand, a smile borro-
wed from a ghost. Audrey Hepburn, they tell you, and you begin to mimic her, as if
she were a mirror waiting for your breath to fog the glass.
It begins innocently, doesn’t it? A role, a chance to bask in her glow, to wear the
pearls, to sip from cups that tasted fame. But as the days slip by, something shifts.
The dress tightens around your frame as if it remembers her body, clinging to you
like a second skin. The voice you practice isn’t imitation—it spills from you naturally,
with a rhythm that feels too familiar. You blink, and in the glass before you, her eyes
—almond-shaped, meet yours. Dark, deep, timeless. When you look away, her gaze
lingers in the corners of your vision, watching, waiting.
The world outside the set grows quieter, more distant, until only her world remains.
You move through it as she would, smile like her, walk like her. And yet, a tremor ri-
ses in your chest, a question you dare not ask aloud:
Where does she end and where do you begin?
Then, one night, it happens. The final crack in the illusion.
You wake in a room you don’t remember walking into—her room. The wallpaper is
the shade of a memory you’ve never lived. Audrey’s dresses hang in the wardrobe,
and you realize, with cold clarity, you aren’t playing her. You’ve always been her.
You were never auditioning, never stepping into her life.
She stepped into yours.
And as you search for your name, it’s gone. The mirror reflects only her, smiling
back, as if she never left at all.
Your life—this life—was never your own.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually
the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.
It’s rumored that, at the last moment, Ṣạịṛạ Ṃẹṇḍọẓ discovers a shocking family tree reve-
lation that suggests they are distantly related, possibly through an unrecognized lineage.
The discovery of their familial ties leaves her feeling disgusted and unable to proceed.
What actually happened? The realization of their distant relation could be seen as
inconsequential by the bride, especially if she feels that their love outweighs any potential
family stigma. She might choose to believe in the strength of their bond over any genetic ties.
The Denouement,
F̣ḷẹ́ụṛ Ṣạụṿẹṭẹṛṛẹ has secretly been in love with the groom’s brother for years, but buried tho-
se feelings out of loyalty. Now, at the altar, she can’t shake the reality that she’s marrying the
wrong man.
Secretly Ṛẹḷạṭẹḍ
It’s rumored that Ḅịạṇc̣ạ Ọṛṣịṇị found out the groom had an affair just weeks before the we-
dding. Even though he claims it meant nothing, the betrayal is too fresh, and she refuses to
let the marriage start under a cloud of infidelity.
What actually happened? If the groom expresses deep remorse and offers a com-
pelling explanation, such as a moment of weakness or pressure, she might decide that eve-
ryone makes mistakes and choose to forgive him, believing in the possibility of rebuilding trust.
It’s rumored that on the day of the wedding, Ẹḷạṛạ Ṃọṇṛọẹ finds out her fiancé had an affair
with one of her closest friends—who’s standing beside her as a bridesmaid. The betrayal
leaves her devastated.
What actually happened? The bride might decide to talk to her friend and her fian-
cé about the situation, discovering that it was a one-time mistake driven by stress and fear
of commitment. If he expresses genuine remorse and a desire to rebuild trust, she could
see it as a challenge to overcome together.
It’s rumored that C̣ạṛọḷạṇṇẹ Ọḳạf̣ọṛ stumbled upon evidence of emotional or physical abuse in
their relationship that she had dismissed or rationalized before. The realization that he has been
manipulating and controlling her shatters her sense of safety and love.
What actually happened? The bride could rationalize away the signs of manipulation,
convincing herself that they are part of normal relationship dynamics. If she sees positive traits
in him that overshadow the red flags, she might choose to ignore her instincts.
It’s rumored that G̣ḥạẓạḷ Ạḷ-̣Ṇọụṛ discovered that she was never his first love. He proposed to
her only after his first choice rejected him, and he’s settling for her. The realization breaks her
heart, and she refuses to be anyone’s second option.
What actually happened? The bride could find comfort in the idea that they have built
a strong bond together and believe that love can develop over time. She might convince her-
self that their shared experiences and memories make her the right choice now.
It’s rumored that a few days before the wedding, Ṣọp̣ḥịẹ Ṃạṛc̣ḥạṇḍ found a letter he wrote but
never sent, confessing that he almost ended things with her months ago. The letter reveals that
he doesn’t truly want to marry her, and it haunts her until she says no.
What actually happened? Upon reading the letter, she may realize that it reflects his
struggles with commitment rather than a definitive lack of love. She might interpret his willing-
ness to propose despite those doubts as a sign of growth and genuine affection.
It’s rumored that years ago, Ạṇạṣṭạṣịạ Ṃạḍṛịg̣ạḷ made a deal with a dark entity for success,
wealth and power. The price? Her true love. Now, at the altar, she’s reminded that the entity
will take him if she says yes.
What actually happened? The bride could dismiss the idea as superstition or fanta-
sy, thinking it’s just an excuse to avoid commitment. She might feel empowered to break the
cycle and believe that love can triumph over any dark forces if she chooses to marry him.
nu că ar schimba ceva dar cheated on with a bridesmaid
It’s rumored that Ạḍẹḷạịḍẹ Ḍẹḷạc̣ṛọịx̣ and the groom had a fight the night before the wedding,
where he showed a side of himself she’d never seen before—cold, unkind, or even cruel. It
made her realize she’s been overlooking red flags, and she refuses to marry someone she
no longer respects.
What actually happened? The fight could act as a catalyst for necessary conversa-
tions about their relationship, leading to a deeper understanding. If the groom shows vulne-
rability and agrees to seek help or change, she may see potential for improvement rather
than a red flag.
It’s rumored that Ḍẹṇị́ṣẹ Ḍ’̣Ạṃọụṛ received a letter from his estranged mother, detailing ho-
rrific details about his past-abuse, lies, or secrets she never knew. It changed everything she
thought she knew about him.
What actually happened? The letter could be filled with exaggerations or half-truths,
and the bride may choose to confront the fiancé directly about his past. His sincere explana-
tions and apologies could convince her to overlook his mother’s claims, believing in his capa-
city for change.
It’s rumored that Ạṇṇạḅẹḷḷẹ G̣ṛạỵṣọṇ received a cryptic, desperate note just before walking
down the aisle from the groom’s ex-wife, warning her that he is dangerous. It triggered me-
mories of his odd behavior, and she realized it’s true.
What actually happened? The bride may dismiss the note as a jealous ploy from
the ex-wife or even an attempt to sabotage their happiness. If the groom can provide solid
reassurances about his intentions, she may choose to trust him despite the warning.
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young Monica Bellucci sau cum se scrie
Saira Mendoz.
barbara palvin as bianca orsini ANOTHER ITALIAN HOTTIE
10
You were getting married. The day you’d imagined for years had arrived—velvet
skies stretching above, the world cloaked in soft light. Everything was perfect: the
flowers, the music, the weight of the ring that waited to circle your finger. He stood
at the end of the aisle, a smile etched in forever, as if he had never known doubt.
Each step forward was a heartbeat, steady and rehearsed. Yet, with each step, so-
mething inside you began to unravel. The future stretched out before you like an
endless road, but suddenly, it no longer felt like your own.
The officiant spoke, words you couldn’t fully grasp, your pulse thrumming louder
than the ceremony itself. You felt the eyes of everyone—his family, your family,
strangers—all of them watching, waiting for your lips to form that single word: yes.
But when the question came, you hesitated. And then, like a whisper breaking the
silence, you said it.
“No.”
It wasn’t a scream, but it shattered the moment like glass. The air stilled, shock ri-
ppling through the crowd, the world tilting on its axis. You stood there, the weight
of expectation collapsing, while the ground beneath your feet suddenly vanished.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually
the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.
It’s rumored that Ṣịạṇṇạ Ḷạụṛẹṇṭ knew her fame had made her too many enemies and sta-
ged the entire overdose herself, with the help of a trusted friend, to escape the toxicity of
the industry. She left behind a fabricated trail of evidence, fooling even her closest allies.
What actually happened? By faking her death, she isolated herself from her clo-
sest friends and allies. Now, when she needs help to bring the designer down, no one be-
lieves or trusts her. She’s seen as manipulative and paranoid, and her reappearance could
ruin her credibility entirely.
The Denouement,
The designer who tried to kill Ṣẹṛẹṇạ Ṣạḷṿạṭọṛẹ miscalculated the dose, using a batch of
drugs that was expired and weaker than intended. She survived the overdose but preten-
ded to be dead, knowing it was her chance to vanish.
It’s rumored that C̣ạṛṃẹṇ Ṣạḷṿạṭọṛẹ had been taking small doses of the drug over months,
secretly building up immunity because she suspected someone close would try to poison
her. The night of the overdose, the amount wasn’t enough to kill her, allowing her to fake
her own death.
What actually happened? The designer becomes aware of her immunity plan and
tries again—this time with a more deadly and undetectable method. He knows she’s onto
him and won’t stop until she’s truly out of the picture, upping the danger.
It’s rumored that Ạṃịṛạ Ḅẹ́ḅẹ was sent to a secretive, high-end rehab facility under a false
name to quietly recover. The overdose was real, but the clinic—known for its discretion—
helped her stay hidden while the world thought she was dead.
What actually happened? Someone from the high-end rehab facility leaks infor-
mation about her stay—whether it’s for money or revenge. The press catches wind, and
her survival becomes a media circus, destroying any chance she had at returning on her
own terms and putting her back in the spotlight.
It’s rumored that after the overdose, Ṃạḍẹḷỵṇ ḍẹ ḷạ Ṃọ́ịṛẹẓ was saved by an underground
surgeon specializing in near-death situations. The surgeon, working on the fringes of lega-
lity, gave her a new identity and appearance, allowing her to disappear until she was ready
to return.
What actually happened? The underground surgeon who gave her a new identity
dies under mysterious circumstances, and with him, any proof of her new identity. Without
his protection, she’s vulnerable to being found, and the shady world of the black market
drags her deeper into danger.
It’s rumored that the paramedic who responded to the overdose owed C̣ḷạịṛẹ Ḅạḍẹạụx̣
a life-changing favor. Instead of reporting her death, he smuggled her out of the city,
giving her time to recover and plot her revenge.
What actually happened? The paramedic who saved her grows nervous and
begins to blackmail her for money or favors, threatening to expose her secret unless
she complies. This makes her vulnerable and draws attention, leading others to dig
into her ‘death’.
It’s rumored that unbeknownst to the world, Ḍịạṇạ Ṃc̣C̣ạḷḷ had a terminally ill twin sister
who wanted to escape her suffering. The twin took the overdose willingly, leaving the
supermodel to secretly take her place and disappear into anonymity, only to reemerge
once her plan was set in motion.
What actually happened? Someone close to her twin sister—maybe an old lo-
ver or a friend—finds out about the switch and starts investigating. Worse, her twin’s
medical records don’t match hers, and inconsistencies in public appearances start to
emerge, leading to questions she can’t answer without revealing the truth.
It’s rumored that just before the overdose, Ṣọḷẹ̀ṇẹ Ḍụṿạḷ received a tip-off from an ano-
nymous source—a cryptic message warning her of the plot. She switched drinks at the
last moment, passing out only from shock while the poison took effect on an unsuspec-
ting party guest.
What actually happened? The anonymous tip that saved her life wasn’t altru-
istic—it was from someone with their own agenda. They now hold her survival over her
head, demanding favors in return for keeping quiet. This person has their own sinister
motives, dragging her into an even bigger conspiracy.
It’s rumored that G̣ẹṇẹṿịẹṿẹ Ṃạṛṭịṇ’s estranged father, a powerful figure in the criminal
underworld, had been keeping tabs on her. He intervened just in time, spiriting her away
into hiding while letting the world think she was gone.
What actually happened? Her father’s involvement puts her in debt to dange-
rous people. In exchange for saving her, her father expects her loyalty, pulling her into
the criminal world she tried to avoid. Now, she has to navigate a new web of danger that
could destroy her.
It’s rumored that Ṿạḷẹṇṭịṇạ Ḅọ̈ḥṃ had a lookalike—a body double used for high-risk
events. The night of the overdose, it was her double who took the fall, while the real
supermodel quietly disappeared, planning her comeback.
What actually happened? Someone discovers the truth about her lookalike’s
death. A former colleague or close friend of the double starts asking questions, lea-
ding the authorities to investigate inconsistencies in the autopsy, forcing her to go into
hiding again.
double switch
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It’s rumored that Ṿạṇẹṣṣạ Ḍọṇạṭṭị had powerful ties to a European crime syndicate,
and when they caught wind of the designer’s plot, they intercepted. They drugged
her, then staged the scene to make it look like an overdose, spiriting her away to an
unknown location.
What actually happened? The crime syndicate that helped her now demands
a major favor in return. She’s forced to get involved in illegal activities, and refusing
could mean her real death this time. Her ties to the mafia make her a target for law
enforcement and rival gangs.
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Young Denise Richards as Claire Badeaux.
Young Naomi Campbell/ Valentina Böhm.
The world believed you were dead—most famous supermodel gone too soon, another
tragic overdose splashed across headlines. The fashion industry mourned, and your
former lover—an influential designer—cashed in on the drama, launching a new line in
your name. He grieved publicly, but privately, you knew the truth. He’d orchestrated the
entire thing, mixing the drugs into your drink that night to get you out of the way and take
control of your legacy.
But he didn’t count on your survival.
Tonight, he’s unveiling his new collection at a private showcase, using the press around
your ‘death’ to boost his fame. In a high-tech studio, he stands on stage, basking in the
applause, with the centerpiece of his show—a hologram of you, larger than life, gliding
down the virtual runway. The crowd is mesmerized, captivated by your ghostly image.
Suddenly, the hologram flickers, glitches, and cuts out. The room goes dark. Then, a sin
-gle spotlight shines, and you walk in—not as a projection, but in the flesh.
The gasps turn into a stunned silence.
He freezes mid-speech, his face draining of color.
“Next time,” you say, your voice laced with venom, “you might want to make sure the
paramedics aren’t on my payroll.”
And with that, you step back, leaving him—and the world—unraveled.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually
the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.
Așa da
tau hai lasa neee
In Ạṛṭḥụṛ Ḥṛụṣ̌ọṿṣḳỵ́’s version, the husband, unbeknownst to her, has already planned to
betray her. He’s been using her to set up the bodyguard, but once the bodyguard is gone,
she’s next on his hit list.
What actually happened? The husband’s betrayal comes too late. The bodyguard
becomes too entrenched in their plan and can’t outmaneuver them both. By the time he re-
alizes the double-cross, the evidence already points back to him.
The Denouement,
Ẓạḍẹ Ṃẹạḍọẉṣ was hired for more than protection. He has been hunting her husband for
years, connected to an old grudge, and he’s been playing along with her plan to get close
enough to take them both down.
In Ḅẹṇj̣ị Ḅạḷḍẉịṇ’s version, he isn’t who he claims to be. His real identity is tied to a co-
vert intelligence agency, which makes him untouchable. If she exposes him, she risks
exposure herself.
What actually happened? His real identity is discovered by her before she e-
xecutes her plan. She manages to leverage his covert ties, turning him into the agen-
cy’s scapegoat rather than untouchable protection. The agency disowns him to protect
their own interests.
In C̣ạṛṭẹṛ G̣ịụḍịc̣ẹ’s version, he had already been in contact with someone from her past,
a former confidante who knows all her darkest secrets and has been waiting for an opp-
ortunity to strike back. The plan to disappear will fail because the safe house they were
planning to flee to is compromised.
What actually happened? The confidante, thought to be loyal to the bodyguard,
has already switched sides. The safe house is a trap, set up by the woman and her hus-
band to make the bodyguard think he’s in control. Once he leads them there, they am-
bush him, eliminating his final card.
Căsuța
In Ḳạṇg̣ Ṃịṇ J̣ụṇ’s version, the woman’s husband has been having an affair with her best
friend. The friend, jealous and vindictive, finds out about the plan and leaks it, ensuring
none of them come out unscathed.
What actually happened? The affair is used by the wife to her advantage. Instead
of tearing apart the plan, she convinces her husband to pin the entire conspiracy on the
mistress, using her as the perfect fall guy while she and her husband escape the aftermath
unscathed.
aventura lu husband
In Ṛḥỵṣ Ḷạṛṣẹṇ’s version, his closest ally—his younger sister—is a private investigator. She’s
been following the case from a distance, collecting evidence that will blow the couple’s plan
wide open.
What actually happened? His sister becomes a liability. The woman finds out about
her, blackmails her into silence, or worse, eliminates her entirely, leaving the bodyguard wi-
thout his key ally.
In Ṣṭẹṿẹ Ḥụḍṣọṇ’s version, the woman herself has a secret past. She’s not really an heiress
but someone who conned her way into her life. Her husband knows, and he’s been waiting
for the right moment to expose her.
What actually happened? The fake identity becomes irrelevant because she’s crafted
a backup plan. She manipulates the husband into taking the fall for her, using his wealth and
power to erase any evidence of her past life, allowing her to slip away clean.
okay, woman's fake identity
The Woman’s F̣ạḳẹ Identity
In Ṭạẹịḷ Ḳỵọj̣ụṛọ’s version, what she doesn’t know is that he was a victim of a trauma-induced
memory loss years ago, and pieces of his past are slowly coming back to him—one of which
involves a murder she was part of. The closer he gets to the truth, the more likely he’ll turn the
tables on her.
What actually happened? His memory returns too late. By the time he pieces together
the full story, the woman has already planted enough evidence to frame him. She uses his un-
stable mental state against him in court, portraying him as delusional and dangerous, destroying
any credibility he may have left.
AMNESIA
In J̣ạḳẹ Ṛỵạṇ’s version, the woman has a terminal illness she’s kept from her husband. Her
plan to escape after framing him won’t work because she doesn’t have long to live, and her
husband knows it, waiting to inherit her fortune.
What actually happened? Her illness is not as terminal as she’s led others to believe.
She’s been undergoing secret treatments and has more time than anyone realizes. She uses
this deception to her advantage, making everyone believe she has nothing left to lose, when
in reality, she’s plotting a long-term escape.
In C̣ḥṛịṣ P̣ṛạṭṭ’s version, he has a child he’s been hiding to protect from his dangerous career.
The woman’s plan involves him being jailed, but if he’s arrested, his child’s existence will co-
me to light, and that child holds the key to a powerful family legacy.
What actually happened? The existence of the bodyguard’s child is used against him.
The woman kidnaps the child, using the kid as leverage to force the bodyguard into submissi-
on, ensuring he follows her plan without resistance. His desire to protect the child overrides
any chance of stopping her.
In Ḳṇọx̣ Ẓạṛạṭḥọṣ’ version, him, always one step ahead, had placed hidden cameras and re-
cording devices in the estate, capturing every secret meeting between her and her husband,
including their plan to frame him.
What actually happened? The woman discovers the hidden cameras before they
record anything crucial. She manipulates the footage, turning the recordings into false evi-
dence that incriminates the bodyguard, making him look like the orchestrator of a sinister plot.
Chris Pratt as himself
Xiaojun / Taeil Kyojuro.
Aaron Taylor-Johnson/ Knox Zarathos.
Matthew McConaughey, Benji Baldwin.
You were hired to protect her—a high-profile heiress with too many enemies. Her life
was a whirlwind of galas, business deals, and suspicious accidents. But behind her
diamond-studded exterior, there was a sadness you couldn’t ignore. Slowly, she let
you in, showing you the cracks in her perfect life. You grew close, too close.
One night, after yet another ‘accident,’ she invited you to her private estate. Over a
glass of wine, she confessed, “I need your help. My husband… he’s trying to kill me.”
You knew her husband was dangerous, but hearing it confirmed made your blood run
cold. She was scared, and you swore to protect her.
You planned everything. That night, you would make your move—get her out, safe, far
away from the man trying to end her life. As you prepared to leave, she stopped you,
her hand trembling. “There’s something I need to show you,” she whispered, leading
you into a darkened room.
The light flickered on, revealing photos plastered across the walls—of you. Years’ worth,
tracking every job you’d ever done, every client you’d ever protected.
“I didn’t need you to protect me,” she said, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with
something darker than fear. “I needed you to take the fall.”
Before you could react, the door burst open. Her husband stormed in, gun in hand—
and that’s when you realized: they were in on it together. They didn’t want protection.
They wanted a perfect scapegoat.
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (m), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually
the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
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It’s rumored that Ạṃạṿị Ṛạṃịṛẹẓ discovered that the yacht explosion was no accident but
an attempt on her life orchestrated by her so-called ‘closest friend.’ She survived the blast
but chose to remain ‘dead’ to unearth his secrets and plan her revenge.
What actually happened? Her focus on revenge consumed her entirely. Instead of
preparing for a powerful comeback, she was ensnared in a web of deception and plotting.
This obsession with vengeance would have clouded her judgment and left her unprepared
for the moment of re-emergence.
The Denouement,
Ạḷịc̣ẹ Ạṛc̣ẹḍịạṇọ ingested a rare, slow-acting poison to fake her death, knowing her body
would appear lifeless for hours. The explosion made it seem final, but her body was later
revived by a secret accomplice—a rogue doctor.
lover betrayal
It’s rumored that Ḥịṣọḳạ Ṣḥịṇṭạṛọ uncovered a file that revealed her supposed best friend
was siphoning money from her empire. She set the explosion to create a smokescreen
while she gathered evidence, planning to return when she had enough to destroy him.
What actually happened? Becoming obsessed with evidence-gathering rendered
her a passive observer rather than an active participant in her own story. Rather than pre-
paring for a powerful entrance, she became consumed by the machinations of a revenge
plot. By the time the gala arrived, she would be too entrenched in her plan to truly engage
with her past, missing the opportunity to reclaim her legacy and face those who wronged her.
It’s rumored that Ṛịṇạ Ṣịṇc̣ḷạịṛ faked her death using the explosion as a cover for a meticu-
lously planned escape. Before the explosion, she switched places with a yacht worker and
disappeared into the night, living off hidden offshore accounts.
What actually happened? The carefully orchestrated escape made her a ghost in
her own life. By slipping away before the explosion, she forfeited any chance of a dramatic
comeback. Instead of reclaiming her legacy, she became a mere whisper in the shadows,
forever disconnected from the world that mourned her. The moment she was expected to
re-emerge, the reality of her absence would overshadow her intentions, leading only to confusion.
It’s rumored that Ṃạẹ̈ḷỵṣ Ḅẹḷḷẹṛọṣẹ didn’t die in the explosion but was pulled from the water by
an old fisherman who owed her family a favor. She’s been living quietly in his remote seaside
shack, biding her time, waiting for the right moment to re-emerge.
What actually happened? Living in hiding transformed her into a mere myth, discon-
nected from the reality of her former life. In the fisherman’s shack, she would have become a
prisoner of her own choices, with no opportunity to face those she left behind. When the mo-
ment came to reclaim her legacy, she would have lacked the strength and resolve necessary
to confront the ghosts of her past.
It’s rumored that Ṃạṛịạc̣ạṛḷạ Ṿọḷạṇṭị was the one who set the explosion, intending to fake her
death all along. However, she severely miscalculated the impact and barely survived the blast.
Badly burned, she spent years recovering under a new alias.
What actually happened? If she had set the explosion, it would have marked her as
the architect of her own demise. Miscalculating her plan would render her a tragic figure rather
than a triumphant survivor. When the moment came for her to return, the weight of her failure
would overshadow any chance of redemption, leaving her haunted by her own mistakes instead
of celebrated for her survival.
It’s rumored that Ṛẹḅẹc̣c̣ạ Ḍẹṿẹṛạụx̣ found out she had a child just before the explosion—one
she didn’t know existed. To protect the child, she staged her death and went underground to
ensure no harm could come to them or the empire she left behind.
What actually happened? The revelation of a secret child would have tied her to the
past in a way that complicated her narrative. Instead of being seen as a survivor reclaiming
her empire, she would have been viewed through the lens of motherhood, burdened by the
weight of secrecy. The moment to re-emerge would be overshadowed by the responsibilities
she had assumed, leaving no space for her to boldly step back into her former life.
It’s rumored that the explosion left C̣ọṛṇẹḷịạ Ṃạṛṭịṇ unconscious, but a diver, sent by a mysterious
benefactor, rescued her from the depths. She’s spent the last years discovering who orchestrated
her ‘death’ and who was truly loyal to her.
What actually happened? Relying on a mysterious benefactor to rescue her stripped her
of agency. When the moment came to confront the world, she would be seen not as a powerful
figure who emerged from the depths but as someone saved by chance. This lack of self-determi-
nation would prevent her from boldly claiming her identity, leaving her stuck in a narrative where
she could never fully return to her former life.
It’s rumored that unbeknownst to anyone, Ṃọṛạṇạ Ṿịḍạḷ had hired a body double months before the
yacht explosion. The double died in her place, while she made a discreet exit from the country under
a new identity. She’s been watching everything from afar.
What actually happened? The return never happened because using a body double created
a disconnect from her own identity. If someone else had taken her place, the emotional gravity of a
return would have been diminished. The real her would have been lost to a fabricated narrative, and
any attempt to reclaim her life would be tainted by the knowledge of that deceit. The gala would only
remind everyone of the double’s sacrifice, leaving her with no space to re-enter her own story.
It’s rumored that when Ạṇṇạ Ỵạṇg̣ ‘died’ it was actually her twin sister. The two had switched places
before the explosion, with her sister tragically dying in her place. Now, she’s come back to reclaim
her life and her empire—by any means necessary.
What actually happened? The switching of places with her twin sister created an emotional
and psychological barrier. With her sister’s tragic death, she would be left grappling with guilt and
loss rather than the strength to reclaim her identity. When the gala arrived, her connection to her past
would be irrevocably altered, preventing her from stepping into the light as the woman who once was.
Instead, she would remain lost in the shadows of her sister’s fate, unable to face the world she ruled.
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It’s rumored that Ọḷịṿịạ Ṣṃịṭḥ hired a lookalike to take her place on the yacht that fateful day. Her
‘death’ was staged, but it wasn’t her who perished—it was someone else entirely. She made sure
the body was unrecognizable after the explosion.
What actually happened? The plan was too reliant on deception. While a lookalike could
have fooled the world momentarily, the emotional and psychological weight of a return would always
be marred by the knowledge that someone else had taken her place. When the truth came to light,
the connection to her past would have been severed, leaving her legacy shattered and her return
meaningless.
www.instagram.com/lin.lxx/ as Hisoka Shintaro.
Ella Purnell as Rebecca Deveraux.
Hanna Schonberg, Maëlys Bellerose.
Young Adriana Lima/ Mariacarla Volanti.
Taylor Swift, Olivia Smith
Ester Exposito, Alice Arcediano.
Alexa Demie/ Amavi Ramirez.
For years, you were nothing more than a whispered legend―a woman lost in a tragic
yacht explosion off the Amalfi Coast. Your name was etched in memories, your legacy
frozen in time. Gone, they all believed.
Until tonight.
At a high-society gala in Italy, the room falls silent as the lights flicker and a woman
steps through the entrance. Gasps ripple through the crowd as they recognize your
face―impossibly, unmistakably, you.
As you move through the stunned guests, you lock your fiery eyes with the man who
inherited your empire, your ‘closest friend’. His glass slips from his hand, shattering
on the floor.
“You... you’re dead,” he stammers, his voice barely a whisper.
You smile. “You should’ve checked the body.”
ᴿᵁᴸᴲ˙¹⁾ Pick a number, 1 to 11, choose your face-claim (f), rename your muse.
²⁾ Eliminate the least fitting protagonist of the story.
You will be met with an appearance look and a l̲i̲t̲t̲l̲e̲ s̲e̲c̲r̲e̲t̲―the secret is actually
the detail changing the course of the actions, deciding on the winning character.
ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ ⁱⁿᶠᵒ˙ Everything is completely randomized, you make your luck along the way.
© ℱrimouƨƨe.