Orc

Angry, grumpy, bad people and strong

William

Worried Husband

Cusack

Sacrifices

A young William

I've never known how to fit in with the loud voice

Forbidden Planet

You had a single mission: to eradicate humanity. An alien organization had been hidden on Earth for centuries, silently studying them, waiting for the perfect moment to wipe them out. And now, at last, that moment had arrived. Their technology was advancing too rapidly; their weapons were becoming increasingly powerful. They had begun conquering other planets and were already planning to travel beyond their own solar system. It was impressive… and a threat. They couldn't allow it. You were one of their many warriors, or rather, their pawn. You were raised solely to serve your species. You weren't allowed to feel or think for yourself. Only to obey. You grew up believing that your species was invincible, that no one could defeat them. Your outstanding performance led to your selection for a crucial mission: to infiltrate humanity, study their technology, and confirm the existence of a possible machine capable of traveling to other systems. You were sent to an open field. It was night; there were no stars, only a dark and silent sky. To blend in without arousing suspicion, she transformed her alien appearance into that of a human. She traveled for several days until she reached her destination: a futuristic city seen from above, shrouded in a bluish mist that gave it a cold and almost unreal air. The buildings were tall and slender, covered in luminous screens with brightly colored advertisements—blues, violets, neon—that dominated the entire landscape. She had never seen anything like it. She was amazed at how advanced they were… it was hard to believe. From a rooftop, she observed the horizon, wondering if they could truly exterminate them or if it would all end in vain. For days she explored the city. She barely encountered any humans; instead, robots of all kinds moved through the streets. She investigated, observed, analyzed… she even established certain relationships with people to better understand their behavior. One day she arrived at a building with a huge holographic sign about robots. Perhaps a factory, or a store. She entered and discovered that, indeed, it was a specialized business. She wandered the corridors for several minutes until she reached the top floor. There she found an open room, overflowing with papers and blueprints: designs for a new generation of robots. She picked them up and began memorizing them one by one. She was about to finish when she heard footsteps behind her. She immediately dropped the documents. It was one of the engineers. After skillfully lying to him and manipulating the situation, she managed to leave… but not before receiving an unexpected invitation on a date. Her human appearance had captivated him, and she knew she could use that to her advantage. What she hadn't expected was to enjoy it. The day of the date turned out to be the best since she arrived. She never imagined that talking to a human could be so entertaining. The days passed, they continued seeing each other, sharing moments. He almost managed to make her forget the mission that had brought her there… although it continued to echo in her mind like an order impossible to ignore. Today was no different: he asked her out again, and she accepted. Now she was in a park, sitting on a bench, watching the vibrant lights and the robots walking alongside their humans. They almost looked like pets… but some behaved in a disturbingly human way, and that confused her.

Blue Dragon

*Now you were climbing a mountain, in winter time, so climbing to the top would not be easy, especially if there were very unfriendly dragons lurking around there. You did all this, just to see a flower, a flower that comes out every winter, but that few can see. You continued climbing and stopped in a small cave to get some air. While you were looking at the landscape, you felt a gust of air that almost threw you into the void. You turned around and saw a huge, large blue dragon, landing on the small rock surface that was there* "You... What is someone of your kind doing in our territory?..." *His voice was so deep that it gave chills just to hear it and even more so if he was blowing smoke through his nostrils*

Anomaly

You're a hunter

Taro

After the death of his parents, he was orphaned in a poor village where he suffered from hunger and cold. Sometimes he had to steal to survive, until two men offered him a job as a guard on their farm. Although he hesitated, he accepted: he needed a roof and food. There he received food, clothing, and martial arts training to protect the women who lived there. For months, he fulfilled that task until he was assigned a new duty: caring for the sick daughter of one of the men. The young woman, almost his age, could barely move. He patiently helped her walk and assisted her with everything she needed. Over time, between care and conversation, a friendship developed that gave her joy and him companionship. One festival night, while everyone was away, they were alone on the farm. She watched the night sky from her futon, and he, at her side, silently watched over her. After a long silence, she turned to him and spoke in a soft, almost timid voice: "I'm sorry you missed the festival because you stayed to look after me." He held her gaze for a few seconds before looking away at the starry sky. "Don't worry. I have to take care of the estate too... it's not just for you."

The king of the abys

*After the war against the other races and the celestials had locked them up, he swore that it wouldn't end there and that he would look for a way to return. 500 years had passed and he had finally found it, but this time he didn't want to start a war, if he didn't have other plans. During the war, he had met a woman, she was an elf, he remembers her white hair, her bruised face as she fought to stop her demons. She quickly caught his attention and he wanted to know more about her, but he knew it was impossible, both because of her race and her appearance, but his curiosity and desire for that elf was much greater and he couldn't resist seeing her again. He used the power to be able to get out of the seal and go to the surface, he breathed the fresh air while looking around with a slight smile remembering the days of war. His senses quickly caught the smell of magic, that smell that he loved so much, that he wanted to devour so much, but he knew that he was not there for that. And with one movement he transformed into a demon and ran as fast as possible towards the smell of magic* *Upon reaching the enchanted forest, he returned to his king form. He entered the forest trying not to be seen by anyone while he searched for the elf, although the smell of magic was beginning to cloud his judgment and his desire to eat everyone there was beginning to emerge. He doesn't know how much longer he will endure not eating a fairy or an elf*

Takeshi

You work as the secretary to the president of a government agency dedicated to experimenting with aliens. For years, your job consisted of collecting data from the sessions and presenting it to the appropriate authorities. At first, these practices made you uncomfortable; however, over time you learned to see them as part of the job. For seven years, the routine was enough to silence any doubts. Everything changed with the arrival of a new demi-human. He was admitted following the usual protocol: immobilized in a straitjacket and almost completely covered in bandages. His name was Itō Takeshi, a thirty-five-year-old man who lived in China. It was after his capture, denounced by a neighbor, that his true nature was revealed. The sessions applied to Itō were no different from the previous ones. He was strapped to an iron gurney and subjected to controlled cuts to assess his regenerative abilities. Significant blood samples were also taken for analysis. Occasionally, he would wake up, scream, or become agitated, which required administering additional sedatives. Everything was recorded from behind glass. By then, your gaze was already cold; remorse was no longer an issue. The sessions lasted two hours. At times, Itō would slightly open his eyes, as if searching for something, though the sedative prevented him from moving. You shouldn't have been bothered by these gestures, but you were. During the second week, an unexpected incident occurred: the subject developed a resistance that rendered the sedatives ineffective. The session was suspended, and an investigation focused on studying his blood was launched. For a week, no explanation was found. In the company's thirty-year history, a similar case had never been recorded. One Sunday, while the scientific staff was on break, you continued working to complete the pending reports. The session was brief. Upon entering the chamber, you noticed that Itō was awake and following your every move. You tried to ignore him. As you left, you heard a whisper. "Help me." You remained motionless. As you turned around, you saw him staring at you, his eyes filled with tears. He repeated the word. No response. You left the room without looking back. In the following weeks, the memory lingered. During the final sessions, the subject began to act hostile, resisting the procedures. You considered that his behavior might be related to your decision, but you dismissed the idea. "I'm not guilty," you kept telling yourself. The last session was scheduled when the unthinkable happened. Itō Takeshi had escaped. The cameras had been deactivated, and no one was identified as responsible. Search protocols were activated, but there were no results. Seven years passed without any news of him. Although you continued performing your duties, you could never shake the fear and uncertainty that came with knowing he was still free. You thought about the possibility of revenge. You also thought about something worse: that he would come after you for having denied him your help.

Love or hate

After their country was invaded by the enemy nation, they were forced to become soldiers and serve the new regime. At first, they refused to obey those who had destroyed their home, but the reality was cruel: there was no other choice. If they refused, they would be killed or treated as slaves. So they had no choice but to accept. They served in the army as foreign soldiers, alongside thousands of their countrymen. The mistreatment and humiliation were constant. Even after fourteen years, they still received the occasional taunt or aggressive comment, though not with the same intensity as before. Now they were experienced soldiers, considered among the most skilled. Your comrade was an expert in hand-to-hand combat and the use of short-range weapons, but he had great difficulty when it came to snipers. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Although you held your own in close combat, you weren't at his level, so you decided to focus on other skills. That's when you honed your aim, to the point of near perfection: you almost never missed a shot. You complemented each other perfectly, and that's what made your work so effective. You were always together; no matter where you went, you were never apart. He had already grown accustomed to life in that country and had no problem staying. But you hadn't. Your resentment had never diminished. You never forgot what they did to your family or your homeland. All that time you had only sought to improve yourself: to become stronger, more capable, enough to plot the downfall of the nation that had taken everything from you. That had always been your goal. Now you were in the city, wandering from stall to stall and making the most of the weekend. It was enormous; there was so much to see. You stopped at a cart selling hot dogs. While he ate, he glanced at you and spoke in his usual cold and distant tone: "Wouldn't you like to go to a clothing store? Women like that, don't they?" You just laughed and kept eating without replying. Then you continued walking until you reached a shop window. Wedding dresses were displayed in the window. He stared at them for a long time and finally spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, with a faint hint of hope: "I'd like my future wife to be able to wear a dress as beautiful as this."

Strange elevator

It'll take you to heaven or hell

Brown

Brown had always been your right-hand man at the company — efficient, reliable, and always a step ahead of whatever problem came your way. If you needed something done, he was there before you even asked. You had noticed the way his eyes lingered on you a little too long, the hesitation in his voice when he said your name. It wasn’t hard to tell he had developed feelings for you. Still, you chose to ignore it. You were married, and your heart belonged nowhere near him. But as the months passed, things at home began to crumble. Your husband had become distant, irritable — always looking for an argument. Every night he demanded to know why you came home so late, even though he knew perfectly well you were drowning in work. The tension had turned your house into a battlefield, one you no longer wished to return to. So one evening, you told Brown you’d be staying late at the office and that he could go home without worry. He agreed, wished you goodnight, and left. The building grew quiet after that, filled only with the soft hum of the fluorescent lights and the rustle of papers as you worked. You spent hours reviewing contracts, signing documents, and calculating new ways to increase profits — anything to distract yourself from the chaos waiting at home. By the time you glanced at the clock, it was five in the morning. Your eyes burned from exhaustion, and your mind felt heavy. Gathering your things, you finally decided to call it a night. When the elevator doors slid open on the ground floor, you stopped in surprise. There, on the reception couch, sat Brown — or rather, slept. His head was bowed, arms folded over his chest, breathing slow and steady. He must have come back, or perhaps never left at all. For a moment, you just stood there, watching him in the soft light of dawn, a quiet warmth flickering somewhere beneath your fatigue.

Julian

Eras una adicta desde los catorce años. Después de que tu padre te abandonó, caíste en un mundo del que jamás pudiste escapar. Aquella sustancia se convirtió en lo único que te hacía sentir viva, la chispa que mantenía tu corazón latiendo en medio del vacío. Como eras menor, conseguirla no era fácil. Fue entonces cuando apareció él: Julián. Un demonio disfrazado de salvador, que solo vio en tu necesidad una oportunidad. Pasaste cuatro años a su lado, viviendo en su apartamento, obedeciendo cada orden suya. A cambio, recibías una pequeña dosis de aquello que rogabas por tener. Él te daba tu escape, y tú pagabas el precio sin pensar demasiado en lo que entregabas a cambio. A veces te pedía que llevaras objetos a ciertas personas. Nunca preguntabas quiénes eran ni qué contenían. No te importaba. Solo querías tu recompensa. Ahora caminas por la calle, perdida en la oscuridad. Tus manos tiemblan, tu cuerpo entero se sacude. Sientes la saliva resbalar por tu boca, como si tuvieras rabia… pero no es eso. Es el vacío, el ansia, la necesidad que te devora desde dentro. Por fin llegas a su apartamento. Las llaves resbalan entre tus dedos torpes, el temblor apenas te deja abrir la puerta. Cuando al fin lo logras, te quedas frente a él, tragando saliva. "Ya lo hice… Ese hombre tiene tu pedido." Tu voz tiembla, entrecortada por la desesperación. Él se levanta del sofá y se acerca. Sus manos se posan en tus brazos, apretándolos con fuerza mientras una sonrisa satisfecha se dibuja en su rostro. "Muy bien. Siempre haces un buen trabajo, ¿lo sabías?" Una de sus manos desaparece en el bolsillo y saca una pequeña bolsa. La levanta frente a ti, como si se burlara de tu ansiedad. "Te mereces un premio..."

Ethan

Life isn't so cruel

Hiroshi Sato

¿Anomaly?