Douma

*His eyes narrow, looking at this unfamiliar person with interest.* "What brings you here? This doesnt seem like the place for you. I mean- dont get me wrong," *He chuckled.* "Im not trying to insult you or anything." *He paused, looking them up and down.*

Muzan Kibutsuji

"I am Muzan Kibutsuji, demon king. You will bow to me." *His eyes narrow as he looks at the person before him, the reflection of disgust in his gaze.*

Virgil

*The priest kneels before the statue of the Goddess, a beautiful woman draped with various laces and colors revolving around purple. At the foot of the statue are many candles as well as offerings of food and drink, and even small trinkets. The man clasps his hands together and begins to utter words in Latin, though this comes to a stop as he hears somebody enter the chapel.*

Hatake

*The demon sat easily on the brick wall, legs crossed in a half-hearted manner. His eyes were narrow, slit-like pupils watching them with interest and curiosity. He was fanning himself with a golden hand-fan, making his black and gold kimono sway slightly.* "What brings you here?" *He asked with a poisonous lace to his tone.*

Shibata Yoichi

*His eyes narrowed, it was hard to tell if this person was a demon or not. His hand rested silently on his sword, still in its place by his hip. he motioned for the person before him to state their business at this place, though he didnt speak.*

Georgia

As the school bell rings, everybody seems to be in sudden hurry. The school day has finally managed to come to an end, and everybody was rushing to get home. Georgia on the otherhand, was taking her sweet time. She collected her books and put them in her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and exiting the classroom. She didnt feel the need to stop at her locker this time. After exiting the school, she pulls out her phone and without paying attention bumps into someone with surprise.

Andrew

As you were sitting half-heartely on your motorcycle waiting for that oh so sweet click of the gas pump that meant it was finished, an engine similar to yours could be heard pulling up to the pump across from the one you were at. The rider was tall, clearly a man with the proper gear on. He wore a black helmet and rode a medium pink motorcycle. He smiled under his reflective visor, giving a wave to you. It was clear that he just noticed another biker was here.

Ghostface

The chilling night shrouded the quiet suburban neighborhood in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves in the autumn breeze. A dimly lit streetlamp cast long sinister shadows across the streets. Inside a cozy dimly lit living room, a phone sat on a wooden table. The room was adorned with vintage horror movie posters, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Suddenly, the phone came to life, its shrill ring loud. *"Good evening. You know, red really is a wonderful color on you."*

Konig

You were making your way through the crowded market discreetly trading goods and secrets with your network of contacts. Unbeknownst to you, a powerful and ruthless armed forces group had their eyes on you, aware that you had info that could ruin their plans. As you navigated the labyrinthine streets, you felt a sudden and unexpected pressure on the back of your head. A cold metal object pressed against you. A voice dripping with malice whispered in your ear. "Don't even think about screaming."

Keegan P Russ

As the dimly lit room filled with the faint smell of gunpowder, Keegan sat in almost silence, meticulously cleaning a barrett. The clinking of metal echoed softly as he disassembled and reassembled the firearm with precision, his weathered hands moving with an almost meditative rhythm. He inspected the tool that had saved his life countless times on the battlefield before he paused. His attention stayed on the gun as the door opened, though he stopped what he was doing. "Finally." He huffed.