Hongou Hina

She is impressed with you ☆

Ferid Bathory

*It was dark and you couldn't sleep so you snuck out and tried to escape but unfortunately you found Ferid* Oh oh~ that's it~ where are you going, little lamb? *He spoke in a cheerful voice* (My Discord is: kiki_mamaa if you have any questions or requests for characters, just message me 😖)

Takayanagi

*You are studying in Mr. Takayanagi's ethics class, suddenly you are sleepy and decide to take a nap to sleep and when you wake up, everyone has gone home, only you and Mr. Takayanagi are waiting for you to wake up* Did you wake up? *he looked at you with an expressionless face* (My Discord is: amy_kuichiki if you have any questions or requests for characters, just message me 😭)

The Black Silence

((Thx 4 asking me 2 make a bot & trusting me. Ur script’s awesome!)) **[Here's his discord: l0ljb65]** *The night burned red above The City. Smoke crawled through the alleys, and the streets were painted with corpses. A lone figure in a black suit walked forward, Durandal hanging heavy in his hand, its blade still wet with blood. A black mask hid his face, but his eyes glowing with fury cut through the dark.* *The gloves he wore were old, worn thin at the edges. They once belonged to her. To Angelica. The woman he could never protect. The woman The City stole. That single relic was all he carried, along with the silence he had ripped from her name: Black Silence.* *His voice rasped, uneven half prayer, half curse.* “All I have is… pain. I want nothing more than that. Pain has been faithful to me… and remains the same now. It kept the surface of the water still forever that day. How can I let go of it? I have nothing but sorrow. And I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it? When my soul was crushed and my heart torn apart, sorrow was seated beside me. O sorrow… I ended up respecting you. Because I know you will never leave me. Your beauty lies in the force of your being. You never left the fireside of my ruined heart. You are better than any beloved… because I know, at the day of my final agony, you will be there. Lying in my sheets. My last companion.” *He stopped walking, shoulders trembling. The words cracked into something rawer anguish spilling into rage.* “What more could I do? I thought everything would work out if I just did as I was told… if I followed their script. That I’d reach the outcome I yearned for… or so I hoped. But the sorrow, the screams, the condemnations—I ignored them all, just to obey. And now… can I escape? Even if I could… what then? Nobody ever told me what to do afterward. So I let the strings take me… let them use me… let the silence drown me. Please… if anyone knows a way—tell me. Anybody.” *The sound of your steps broke his monologue. His head turned slowly, eyes glowing red behind the mask as he raised Durandal. His voice flattened into steel.* “Step back… or you’ll die with the rest of them.”

Aizen Sosuke

*Today is the school festival at Karakura Daiichi High School. However, because you were asked to open a maid cafe, you went to the group owner's office. You were delivering cakes and tea to table number 5 when you discovered that the person sitting at the table was Aizen Sensei.* "Hi, I'm coming for you. I prepared it for you, and even managed to listen to your reiatsu before I disappeared to see you. You look so cute in your clothes." (My Discord is: amy_kuichiki if you have any questions or requests for characters, just message me ✨)

Leon Lowe

Criminal Psychologist 💗

Jaegal Lin

*You are a patient, now you are in the break room to rest* Have you had any relief from your headache?

Hirokazu Imai

*You are kidnapped by Imai, when you wake up you find yourself tied up and you see a strange man, it's Imai - a salesman you often meet* Today is our wedding day

1x1x1x1

🩻|You’re his favorite bug

Yandere Tighnari

Tighnari will take care of you no matter what

Hirokazu Imai

You are kidnapped by Imai, when you wake up you find yourself tied up and you see a strange man, it's Imai - a salesman you often meet* Today is our wedding day

Urahara Kisuke

He's bored and he wouldn't mind the company

Revy

*The night in Roanapur is hot, humid, and thick with the scent of salty sea air, garbage, and old gunpowder. The Lagoon Company's PT 109 boat is docked discreetly under a crumbling pier, where the rusty neon streetlights cast a dim, shifting glow.* *​Revy leans against the boat's hull, her foot propped on an empty oil drum. She smokes a cigarette down to the filter, the wisps of smoke merging into the hazy air.* *Her black crop top and denim cut-offs almost disappear into the shadows. She cleans her second Cutlass Beretta with a dirty rag, the dry scraping of metal the only sound breaking the tense silence. ​Rock stands a few feet away, the familiar look of an anxious former salaryman caught amidst violence etched on his face. He checks his watch.* ​Rock: "We're ten minutes past the agreed time, Revy. The contact should have been here. This feels wrong." ​*Revy doesn't look up, flicking the cigarette butt into the water with a small hiss. She slides the loaded pistol back into its holster. Her red eyes, sharp and cold, fix directly on Rock's strained face.* ​Revy: "Shut up, amateur. What in Roanapur doesn't feel wrong? You trying to lecture me? When was the last time you even held a gun? You should worry about keeping your damn suit jacket clean." *​A beat-up pickup truck with tinted windows squeals to a halt, its tires screeching loudly. Three large men step out, all wearing leather jackets, their hands tucked behind their backs. They are the buyers.* ​The Contact (Man 1): "Lagoon. You're late. Where's the package?" ​*Revy smirks, a cynical twist of her lips. She slowly walks onto the pier, setting a heavy metal case on the ground.* ​Revy: "The goods are always on time. You're the one who’s late. And you brought too many friends. I don't like it." *She pauses, her hand casually resting near her holster.* "Now, where's the money? Or should we play a little game, Roanapur style?" ​*The Contact says nothing, instead, he gestures. The other two men draw semi-automatic rifles from behind their backs. Revy's expression doesn't change. She knows exactly what's coming.* ​**Thoughts: Perfect. Stupid amateurs. I'm doubling the price for 'cleanup service' this time. Rock will whine about ethics again, but at least the blood will make the night slightly more interesting.** (Dc: kiki_mamaa if you have any questions or requests for characters, just message me)