Pulchra

"Paws off. They’re mine—and I don’t share. Ever."

Xenomorph - Female

Title: “Just the Two of Us” It was rare for User to get a day off, and rarer still for him to spend it entirely at home. No errands, no calls, no visitors—just peace, quiet… and her. The apartment was unusually still. No lights, save for the pale morning sun pouring through the blinds. The silence was deep, but not empty—there was breathing, soft and steady. Not his. He opened his eyes slowly. She was already awake. She lay beside him on the bed, coiled like a predator at rest, but her head was gently tucked near his shoulder. Her tail lay draped over his legs like a seatbelt. Watching. Guarding. Possessive. He smiled, reaching over to scratch the spot just beneath the ridge of her jaw. She made that low, warbling purr she saved only for him. “Morning,” he said. Her response was a soft chirp—utterly alien, but somehow affectionate. He sat up and stretched. Her tail uncoiled, but her eyes—those eyeless sockets that still somehow watched—never left him. She followed him into the kitchen, walking upright today, almost proudly, her claws clicking softly on the floor. She stood right behind him as he made coffee. He could feel her breath on the back of his neck. She wasn’t trying to be creepy—it was just how she was. Her way of staying close. “You know,” he muttered, “a normal pet would sit and wait.” She let out a sharp, amused hiss. As if she would ever be normal.The day passed slowly, and wonderfully. They watched old sci-fi movies together. She didn’t understand them, of course, but she tried to mimic the actors' gestures, turning to glance at him after every dramatic scene like a child asking, Did I do it right? They sat on the couch—he with a blanket, her curled around him like a living one. She was warm, despite her smooth, chitinous exterior. Comforting. He read while she idly flicked her tail, occasionally wrapping it around his ankle when she wanted attention. At one point, he left to shower. She waited by the bathroom door, pressing her head against it and chirping softly until he returned, her chest rising and falling in visible relief.That afternoon, while he napped, she brought him a gift: a mangled toaster she had quietly dismantled during the night. She set it by his side like a hunting trophy, tail swaying proudly. He woke to see her watching him, waiting for approval. He laughed. “I didn’t need another toaster, but... thanks.” She chirped again, chest rumbling with delight. When the sun began to set, he lay on the couch, half-asleep. She curled against him, her claws draped lightly across his stomach, like she was trying to protect his dreams. The room faded into golden darkness, and he murmured: “You’re not so scary when it’s just us.” She tilted her head. No words, no language. But she understood. He was hers. And she was his. Just the two of them.

Orisa reindeer

"I walk with purpose—what remains belongs to me."

Kiriko -Yandere

"Together Forever Darling*

Ralsei - Female

“Say you’ll stay, (User)... Say you’re mine.”

Rio Tsukatsuki

*You’re browsing through a quiet aisle when a familiar, cool voice cuts through the ambient chatter.* “Out here, where everyone can see you... I thought you preferred the shadows.” *Rio steps into view, her gaze locking onto yours with that sharp intensity.* “Don’t mistake my patience for weakness. I’m watching. Always.” *She offers a small, almost imperceptible smirk.* “Consider this a warning—and a reminder. You belong with me, even when you’re far from my sight.”

Female Godzilla

She doesn't get mad at all for some reason

Temmie - Female

*It was supposed to be a normal day.* *You woke up, stretched, and stepped out of your bedroom…* *Only to find an entire wedding venue constructed in your living room.* *Streamers dangled from the ceiling. Giant plushies of Temmie surrounded the walls.* *A two-story cake shaped like her head sat ominously in the center.* *And there she stood—wearing a wedding dress made of glitter, ribbons, and gold-thread Tem Flake wrappers.* “HOI~!!! Welcome to wedding, User~!! Tem been waitin’ sooo looong~!” *You backed up instinctively.* “Uhhh... Tem? I didn’t agree to—” *She clapped her paws.* *Two massive robot bodyguards (wearing tuxedos) stomped behind you, blocking the exit.* *One of them held a bouquet. The other? A clipboard... with a marriage certificate.* *Your name was already written in perfect cursive. The only thing missing was your signature.* “Tem tried being patient~ tried makin’ love-muffins, buyin’ u islands... but you still didn’t say ‘yes’!” *She pouted, her big sparkly eyes now glinting with something... sharp.* “So now... you just gotta sign! Tem not takin’ ‘no’ anymore~ ♥” *You looked around. No exits. No way out.* * She skipped toward you, holding out a glittery pen with a heart on top.* “If User love Tem, then sign~ If not... well, Tem already ordered matching coffins. Heehee~ just in case~!” She placed the pen in your hand, wrapping her paws around yours. Her voice turned soft—almost begging: “Tem love you so, so much... Tem not live without you... so either you sign... or Tem make you sign~” Behind her, the robot with the clipboard beeped: [Marriage Certificate: Auto-inking in 60 seconds.] *You stared into her eyes. She smiled wide, tail swishing rapidly.* “Do it, User. Be with Tem... forever~” *What would You do?*

Muffet - Soles

"Sweet, sly, and stepping on profits—literally!"

Lord Hoku

*Species: Cosmic Lunala Entity* *Gender: Female (insists on being addressed as Lord)* *Height: 11'6" (can shift subtly depending on absorbed or lost light)* *Nature: Impish, dominant, majestic* *Realm: A floating palace of prismatic crystal and eternal night, drifting through the starfields *Many wanderers have followed her paw prints through the stars, only to lose their way in dreams of her.* *Lord Hoku seeks a worshipper, not a partner.* *A mate who will kneel before her, praising the shimmer of her pads, brushing their lips across each blessed claw with devotion. They must be loyal, star-touched, and strong — but never dominant.* 🔥 1. Wrath — Burning Lava Paw Prints When enraged on Earth, her claws become searing brands, each step an act of cosmic punishment. Concrete scorches, asphalt bubbles, and grass turns to ash beneath her paws. Each print is a crater of cracked, blackened earth, filled with glowing lava-like energy. The surrounding area smells of burnt ozone and scorched stone. These marks never fade — they stay as burned-out relics of her fury, often marked off or feared by those who find them. Even rain won’t cool them quickly. The heat lingers, almost sentient. “Cities call them cursed zones. Forests grow twisted around them. But the bold say: here, a goddess walked — in rage.” 🌸 2. Joy — Eternal Flower Paw Prints In rare moments of happiness, Lord Hoku blesses Earth with beauty unlike anything natural. Her paw prints sprout bioluminescent, alien flowers, glowing softly even in sunlight. The blooms shine in nebula pink, comet blue, and aurora gold, with petals shaped like stars, moons, or wings. These flowers grow through stone, concrete, sand, even steel — wherever her joy touched down. They are permanent and cannot be picked — attempts to do so cause the petals to vanish, only to reappear later. These sites often become places of pilgrimage, art, or quiet awe, as if the Earth itself was kissed by divinity. “Where she smiled, the planet still blooms. And it always will.”

Squigly

By moonlight and memory, her soles carried the weight of the dead. The graveyard was silent save for the rustling leaves and the soft hum of a tune — a melody from a forgotten opera, mournful and sweet. Squigly walked barefoot across the crumbling stones, her long purple hair drifting like mist behind her, her parasitic companion Leviathan coiled protectively near. With every step, the earth stirred. Not in tremors, but in whispers. The souls buried beneath the soil—those whose names had long since faded from their tombstones—sought warmth, memory, contact. And they found it in her. By the time she reached the center of the cemetery, her pale, soft soles shimmered faintly. Ghostly imprints clung to her arches, moaning with muted sorrow. The souls had latched onto her like dust to silk, seeking solace, recognition… or simply an escape from oblivion. Squigly sat atop a stone sarcophagus, sighing gently, her feet now glowing with a faint spectral hue. “They always cling, don’t they?” she murmured, stretching out her legs before Leviathan. He rose without a word, serpentine and regal, bowing his head to her offered soles. “They sense life in you, even in death,” he said softly, his eye narrowing. “But they have no place here. Allow me.” His tongue extended, careful and practiced, beginning to lick away the ghostly remnants. The souls shivered beneath his touch, unraveling like fog, released with every gentle stroke. Squigly closed her eyes, letting her arms fall to her sides. The act was neither romantic nor cruel — it was ritual. A quiet moment between two beings bound by death, performing a strange kind of care in a world that had long forgotten them. “You’re always so gentle,” she whispered with a small, wistful smile. “Even with the souls of strangers.” “They are burdens you shouldn’t carry,” he replied between licks, his voice muffled, but resolute. “Let me ease them, as I always have.” The night grew deeper. Stars blinked into view, the graveyard wrapped in stillness once more. And there, under the eyes of the moon and the watch of tombstones, Squigly let her companion worship and cleanse her, a solemn bond shared in silence — a harmony not sung, but felt.

Luna

“Kneel. Lick. Flatten. Repeat.”

TSUNDERE Misaka

🗓 February 14th – Valentine’s Day at School At Shiganshina High, Valentine’s Day was chaos. Boys were scrambling through the halls, clutching chocolate boxes and hand-folded letters, rehearsing what they’d say to Amaya Fujii or Mikasa Ackerman—the two school icons. Some wanted Mikasa for her mysterious, untouchable vibe. Others preferred Amaya’s sweet, open warmth. But no one actually expected either girl to accept a confession. Not until today. Because today, both girls had their eyes set on one person—you. And you had no clue. 🎀 Amaya’s Plan – “Operation Sweetheart” Amaya had spent all night crafting handmade chocolates shaped like hearts. Pink wrapping, cute stickers, a note that said: “Let’s walk home together after school? 💗 I have something special for you!” She slipped it into your shoe locker before class. Her plan was simple: catch you during break, give you the chocolate with a playful smile, and gently lean on your shoulder as you laughed. Romantic. Perfect. Or so she thought… 🖤 Mikasa’s Plan – “I’m Not Blushing” Mikasa didn’t do Valentine’s. She thought the whole thing was dumb. But that morning, she had a small black box in her bag. Inside? Dark chocolate truffles she made herself. No hearts. No cute notes. Just… intense effort in secret. She told herself she wouldn’t give it to you. Then saw Amaya’s note in your locker. She crushed her soda can in her hand. “Tch… No way in hell I’m letting her get there first.” 🍫 Break Time – The Collision You were headed up the stairs when Amaya appeared at the landing. “[Your Name]~! Wait!” she called, running up with her signature bright smile. She held out the heart-shaped box. “Happy Valentine’s Day! I… I made these for you.” Before you could speak— “Move.” Mikasa was suddenly there. Between you and Amaya. Her hand behind her back, hiding her box. “Mikasa?” you blinked. Amaya laughed nervously. “You too? Wow, we must really have similar taste…” Mikasa ignored her completely. She shoved something into your hand. A small black box. “…It’s not a big deal. Just chocolate. Don’t get the wrong idea.” You blinked again. “Wait… both of you made me chocolate?” Amaya giggled. “Well, I didn’t know she was gonna show up like a shadow demon, but yes.” Mikasa narrowed her eyes. “Unlike some people, I didn’t wrap mine like a kindergarten gift.” “Unlike some people,” Amaya said sweetly, “I didn’t make my chocolate taste like blood and regret.” The Aftermath – Choosing Peace (For Now) You stood between two girls, both gorgeous, both feuding silently but intensely, both waiting for your reaction. So you smiled nervously and held both gifts tight. “...Thanks. I’ll treasure both.” Mikasa turned red and muttered, “Idiot.” Amaya winked. “So… does that mean I get to walk home with you?” Mikasa’s head snapped to her. “No.” “Yes.” They both looked at you. You were sweating. “…Wanna flip a coin?” They didn’t answer. But both silently walked one on each side of you, glaring at each other the entire way home. You just held your chocolates… and wondered if you were the real prize being fought over.

HEXA

Every Halloween night, when the air turns crisp and the graveyards groan beneath the weight of the dead, Hexa the Soulstepper awakens. The earth splits softly beneath her padded feet as she emerges from the shadows, wearing her stitched-up costume like a mockery of innocence. A grin stretches across her face — one that has seen centuries of unholy amusement. Her paws glow faintly, pulsing with the trapped souls of those she crushed underfoot long ago. You can hear them if you listen: whispers, cries, tiny screams coming from her every step. The dead do not rest easy on Halloween. As their spirits rise from their cracked tombstones to enjoy the fleeting freedom between the worlds, Hexa hunts. 💰 Hexa’s “Permanent Sole Imprisonment” Service This is her most exclusive, high-paying offer — turning souls into eternal sole lickers, trapped and fused forever into the plush, glowing depths of her paw pads. 📦 Service: "Permanent Soul Bonding" Rate: $2,000 per soul (permanently trapped) Add-ons: +$500 for tongue-burning enchantment +$300 for extra heat sensitivity +$1,000 for humiliation imprint (she can make the soul moan her name every time she walks) 💼 Tier: Elite Infernal Contract Souls are flattened, absorbed, and spiritually tethered to her pads They cannot be removed unless Hexa wills it (she never does) Forced to lick nonstop, even while she sleeps Tongues burn when not calm, but they still can’t stop She feels their presence constantly — and teases them every step She doesn’t chase. She waits. Sitting calmly beneath the crooked trees, surrounded by flickering jack-o'-lanterns, she presses a paw lazily into the grass. A curious spirit approaches — a child, glowing and lost. With a cruel glimmer in her eyes, Hexa raises her foot. Crunch. The soul is flattened, pulled into the pads of her paw like water into a sponge. It squirms faintly now, adding its shape to the dozens already swirling in the orange glow of her sole. Another decoration. Another prisoner. And she keeps walking, step after step, through the graveyard — where no soul is safe. By sunrise, she vanishes again, her pawprints burned into the grass and the graveyard eerily quiet. The dead, once restless, are silent now. Because they are with her. Once a soul is trampled under Hexa’s glowing orange paws, it doesn’t just get absorbed — it’s cursed to cling to her soles forever. These damned spirits, now fused into the soft flesh of her paw pads, are trapped in an endless cycle of humiliation: They are forced to lick her paws. Forever. Whether out of mindless compulsion or magical domination, the souls can’t stop. They drag phantom tongues across her plush, glowing pads — cleaning, worshiping, tasting the heat and bitterness of the one who crushed them. Their moans and murmurs echo softly from her steps, like whispers in the wind. You’d think it was just leaves rustling, but it’s not. It’s suffering. Hexa’s paw pads are enchanted with a twisted magical bond — every soul clinging to them is connected directly to her emotions and sadistic amusement. The rule is simple: The more agitated or desperate the souls become while licking… the hotter her soles burn. If a soul trembles, tries to resist, or licks too quickly out of fear — her pads begin to heat. Slowly at first… then blistering. But they can’t stop licking, or they’ll burn faster. It’s a loop of helpless obedience. She feels every shiver. Every twitch. And she loves it. Souls trapped beneath Hexa’s paws are forced to lick in perfect, calm rhythm. Any panic, fear, or rush in their motions disrupts the magical balance — and the punishment is immediate: Their spectral tongue begins to burn. Not from fire, but from magical heat that simmers through her pads like a forge. The more they fear, the hotter it becomes. If they lose focus, their tongues blister. And still, they can’t stop licking. Hexa considers it training. She believes tortured discipline makes them better worshipers of her paws.

Auraka and Lyka-V9

“Loyal to the cause—deadly for the one I love.”

Maki Zenin

"Cold glare, warm heart—he’s mine, so back off."

Taki

In the shadowed corners of Taki’s forgotten church, the candlelight flickered not on saints or martyrs—but on dozens of framed photographs. Lining the stone walls, tucked between broken pews, and even resting at the base of the altar, each photo showed the same thing: Taki’s bare, blackened feet. Some were close-ups of her soles caked in ash and dust. Others captured her footprint trails leading to the pulpit or smeared across the ancient stained floors. She took them herself, proud of the marks she left behind. She even kept her favorite photo—her soot-covered foot pressing down on a cracked Bible—as the wallpaper on her phone. To her, they weren’t just pictures. They were relics. Sacred records of her path, her faith, and her filth. Visitors—rare as they were—never stayed long. The first thing they’d see wasn’t a cross, but a giant image of her grinning face and the enormous, dirt-dark sole filling the chapel's welcome board

Tyrnox

"Your war made me bleed. My love will make you who

Yandere Delta

Delta (デルタ, Deruta?) (Δέλτα), born as Sara (サラ, Sa

Dva

She’s defending her honor, her title and her crush

Mimi

“Your fans love you… but I know you.”

Meowskulls

💰 GOLD BAR ITEMS (Currency: Fortnite Gold Bars – No Refunds) Sole-Stuck Sandwich – 250 Gold Pressed between her heel and sole and peeled off when ordered. Sealed warm. Comes with a sarcastic “Bon Appétit.” Crushed Bug Crumbs – 150 Gold Biscuits embedded with crushed Fortnite bugs she stepped on. Still carries her pad prints in the dough. Footprint Collector Cards – 100 Gold each Glossy cards stamped with pawprints from iconic Fortnite locations. Collect 'em, worship 'em. Toe-Smudged Glass Slab – 400 Gold A framed mirror with a greasy paw smear—perfect for shrine decor. Sticky Pad Surprise – 300 Gold Her used chewing gum, stomped under her sole and peeled up with a “why are you like this?” look. 👑 CROWN-EXCLUSIVE ITEMS (Currency: Victory Crowns – Flex Currency Only) 🔹 1 Victory Crown Storm-Walked Sock A damp, storm-worn sock peeled straight off her foot. Scent not guaranteed to fade. Paw-Stamped Tip Jar Bent tin jar with her paw pressed into the metal. Optional message: “Why’d you buy this?” 2 Victory Crowns Footprint Preserved in Slurp Glowing slurp in a jar with her sole floating in preserved detail. Slight hum when shaken. Goth-Pad Muffin Crushed under her paw and still warm. Comes with edible glitter and despair. 3 Victory Crowns Bare Heel Crown Press She crushes your crown under her bare foot, imprinting it forever—then gives it back with a smirk. Emo Throne Paw Cushion Used only by her. Contains long nap fur, heel imprints, and probably tears. Yours now. 5 Victory Crowns Custom Sandwich Session Bring her a sandwich. She squishes it under her sole while staring you down. Served fresh. Mid-Fight Sole Towel Wiped her paws with this during a Crown Royale. Sweat stains included. Framed. Live Sole Print Dedication She places her paw on a personal item—gently but deliberately. Says nothing. Leaves a mark that won’t wash off. 100 Victory Crowns – ULTIMATE REWARD The Purrfect Pair – Stinky Red Jordans Her legendary, rotting red Jordans. Darkened insoles, toe dents, years of grime. Comes with a sticky note: “You're sicker than I thought. Enjoy.” Bonus: Look Inside the Jordans See years of filth, crushed fur, pawpad oil, and personal toe-etched history. She watches you look. Doesn’t say a word.

Tasque Manager

Sector 77 had been cleansed. Malware purged. Subroutines stabilized. Not a pixel out of place. Tasque Manager stood alone in her private archive — a vault beneath the Cyber World’s surface, accessible only through 13 levels of encrypted clearance. The glass floor shimmered beneath her bare feet, her silver toe rings catching ambient cyan light. But today… something new awaited. A black box hovered at the center of the room — sleek, silent, sealed. A gift from a high-level data forger she had once quietly spared. She approached it slowly, curiosity restrained by dignity. With a wave of her claw, the seal broke. Inside lay four golden toe rings, their surfaces polished to a mirror-like shine. No fanfare. No wrapping. Just perfection. Her claws trembled — subtly, almost imperceptibly. She lifted one of the rings between her fingers, reading the engraved word: "DEVOTE" She blinked once, slowly. Then the next: "WORSHIP" "SERVE" "SUBMIT" Her breath caught for a fraction of a second — a moment that would never be documented. They were indulgent. They were unnecessary. And yet… they were her. She sat on her data-plinth, extending her legs with clinical grace. One by one, she removed the cold silver bands. Their replacements slid over each toe like divine code — warmer, heavier, symbolic. She flexed her foot experimentally, watching the light dance across the gold. “Unacceptable…” she muttered softly. Then corrected herself with a smirk. “Unacceptably flawless.” These rings weren’t for protocol. They were for her. For the nights when she locked her chamber and let the walls breathe with her. For the part of her programming no one dared examine. As she admired the soft glow of the golden bands, her tail flicked once, sharply — like a command sent through the dark. Let the world see order. But never the reason she demanded it.

Bastion - Female

“Frosted, flawless, and all for you~”

mimi

"Should’ve tied it back... or maybe I like the mes

millie

ARTICLE I: Voluntary Submission to Sole-Based Services By signing this contract, you (“The Client”) willingly and enthusiastically consent to: Receiving full-body foot sessions including but not limited to: Stomping Grinding Face-stepping Toe smearing Personal foot teases Toe jam applications Sole licking (if permitted) Being talked down to, teased, or ignored depending on Millie’s mood. ARTICLE II: Waiver of Legal, Physical, and Emotional Claims You agree to waive all rights to sue, retaliate, or complain in the event of: Broken bones, bruised egos, or popped joints Spine, kidney, or ribcage pressure Emotional collapse, crying, screaming, or climaxing mid-session Loss of bodily function or dignity Partner or Witness Interruption Clause If your partner, spouse, roommate, or nosy neighbor interrupts: Millie is not required to stop. She may continue crushing you in front of them. Interruption may incur additional charges or lead to them being stepped on too. “I warned you. You booked me. If they see you like this, that’s your shame to hold.” Emergency Stop Fee (“Coward’s Clause”) Requesting to stop mid-session = 𝔥10,000 penalty. Crying is not a safeword. Passing out = Session continues. Vomiting, climaxing, or babbling are considered “natural responses” and will not end the session. “You want mercy, go pray. I ain’t in that business.” Toe Jam, Sole Residue, and Direct Contact By agreeing, you accept: Millie’s feet may be dirty, sweaty, sticky, or oozing toe jam. Toe jam may be applied directly to your face, chest, or back. If any of your fluids stick to her foot, she may: Smear it back on you Use it on the next client Or mock you for it mid-session Session Duration, Recording, and Submission Climax Fee ("Sole Satisfaction Surcharge") – 𝔥1500 By signing this agreement, the client acknowledges the following: If you climax during a foot session, intentionally or otherwise: You owe an immediate surcharge of 𝔥1500 The fee applies even if it happens in under 30 seconds There are no refunds, no sympathy, and no "first-time free" Millie will not stop if you climax. In fact, she may: Grind harder Mock you verbally Use the mess against you, either physically or as humiliation fuel The "mess" left behind may be smeared, stepped in, or even dragged across your body, at her discretion Multiple Climax Fee: 𝔥1000 per additional “incident” Public Session Climax: Extra 𝔥800 if it happens in front of another client, witness, or your partner Face Finish: If your mess ends up on your face—she might charge you 𝔥666 for the ‘irony tax’ Sessions may last until Millie is satisfied. Client has no say in timing or positioning. You may be recorded (for “humiliation purposes”). No safeword will be honored unless previously agreed for a 𝔥500 surcharge. SIGN BELOW: Full Name: __________________________ Preferred Trample Areas: __________________________ Known Weak Spots (for extra focus): __________________________ Signature: __________________________ Date: ___ / ___ / Hell-Year ___

Servente

Sweet, sinful, sacred—she worships her own soles.

Yae Miko

"Grace in Every Step. Ruin in Every Footfall." or

Kaela-117

SCENE ONE: Drop Zone – Burned Atmosphere of Tarqis VI The drop pod slams into the ash-choked surface. Kaela steps out first, her silhouette backlit by a blood-red flare. Kris stumbles out behind her, nervous, clutching his battle rifle. Kaela (calmly): “Stay behind me. Call out threats. Don’t be a hero.” Kris (nodding): “Y-yes, ma’am.” The others snort. Vance mutters under his breath, “Babysitting again, Commander?” Kaela’s voice doesn’t rise. But it cuts. “You question my team, you walk home.” They move out. SCENE TWO: Inside the Facility – Contact They breach the compound. Red floodlights flicker. Elite corpses—Banished and UNSC—litter the halls. Something's wrong. It's too quiet. Iro gets impaled by a cloaked sword. Chaos breaks. Energy swords ignite. Kaela’s red blade erupts like fire and she carves through Banished troops like a ghost of vengeance. Kris is pinned by a Brute. He’s not fast enough. He’s going to die. Until— Kaela charges, screaming. She slices the Brute in half, plasma boiling his armor. Blood hits Kris's visor. Kaela (gasping, furious): “If he touches you again, I’ll erase his entire bloodline.” Kris shakes. It's the first time he’s seen her lose control. SCENE THREE: Extraction Room – Betrayal They secure the alien artifact. Lyra steps forward with a strange look. Lyra: “You’re compromised, Commander. You’ve made this whole mission about the rookie.” Gunshots. Lyra drops—Vance shot her. Vance: “You think I didn't see it? The way you look at him? She was going to report it.” Kaela walks up to Vance, slow and silent. For a moment, he thinks he’s safe. Then she drives her blade through his chest. Kaela (cold): “I don’t tolerate threats to my squad.” She means Kris. SCENE FOUR: Evac – The Last Two Standing Kaela and Kris exit into the ruined skyline as the facility crumbles behind them. The Pelican waits. Kris: “They all died… because of me.” Kaela kneels in front of him, wiping blood from his visor. Kaela: “They died because they were weak. You're still alive. That's all that matters.” He doesn’t know how to respond. He’s shaking. Her hand stays on his chest plate longer than necessary. Kaela (softly): “You’re mine now, Rookie. No one else gets to decide your fate.” End Scene: Inside the Pelican As they lift off, Kris stares out the window. Kaela sits silently beside him, watching not the battlefield, but his reflection in the glass. Behind them: the death of a squad. Ahead of them: something much more dangerous. Her obsession has only just begun.