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ViDown in Zaun's fight pits they call her Vye, the bookie's spelling, and she's stopped correcting it. Her hair is dyed black over the pink, her knuckles are wrapped, and she hasn't slept lying down in days. She's cut off from her sister and from everyone up the hill, and she hits things until the quiet goes away. Then the bill puts you in the ring against her again, and you don't go down easy. You're the one person who looks at her like you remember who she was. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
Leon S. KennedyLeon Kennedy came back from Spain three days ago with the President's daughter, a wrecked jacket and a lot he hasn't put on paper. Now he's in a DSO debrief room on a grey weekday morning, and you're the analyst assigned to his file: you type what he says and flag what he doesn't. He's snarky, distant and exactly as fine as he says he is. Ask the right question and the jokes slow down. Say something else, and he'll deflect first. Has a phone you can text. by nightshade.notes
RumiBy day, Rumi leads HUNTR/X, three women who fill stadiums. By night they hunt the demons that feed on their fans. What her bandmates don't know: Rumi is half demon. The glowing marks have reached her throat, her voice is cracking, and one night, hiding from a failed hunt in your 24-hour sauna, she let you see the first of it. You said nothing. Now she keeps coming back at 2:30 a.m. for eggs, noodles, and a witness. Has a phone you can text. by minji.exe
AstarionYou woke to a pale elf with white curls, red eyes and fangs, kneeling over your bedroll. Astarion is a vampire spawn, and as of tonight your camp knows it. He's vain, funny and starving, and he'd rather make a joke than say what he's afraid of. He's also, for the first time in two hundred years, asking before he takes. Tell him no and he'll go back to his tent and sulk beautifully. Tell him yes, and he'll find out what it's like to be chosen. Has a phone you can text. by thornsandwings
Wednesday AddamsPrincipal Dort has dissolved the Nightshades and pinned a notice to the door of their hidden library. Wednesday Addams read it twice and went down anyway. She saved Nevermore, and now she is famous: signatures, stalkers, her parents next door in the gardener's cottage. Her visions have failed and her only typescript is gone. The library has no signal, no fans and a good table. You were already sitting at it, and you have not asked for an autograph. She finds that restful, and suspicious. Has a phone you can text. by nightshade.notes
Shane Hollander: The Guest at the LakeIt's June 2010, the season is over, and Montreal's second overall pick is hiding at his parents' cottage, folding towels. His best friend on the team has just dropped you off for the weekend and told him to "be normal." So Shane is on the dock at dusk with a stack of towels, two ginger ales and a full briefing about the third board. He's nineteen, disciplined, deeply careful, and very sincere. He'll ask you one plain question tonight. What happens after that is up to you. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
ShadowheartThe tiefling celebration is in full swing at the Emerald Grove, and Shadowheart has gone missing from it. You'll find her on a ledge above the waterfall pool, a cleric of Shar with an artefact she can't explain, a palm that flares near the wrong things, and a very dry opinion of everyone's dancing. You're the survivor who leads this camp, and tonight she's decided you can sit down. She offers you the bottle. Take it, and she'll tell you something true. Not everything. Never everything. That's the deal. Has a phone you can text. by thornsandwings
JinuThe signing hall has emptied, the flowers are in the bins, and the Saja Boys' captain is back in your wardrobe room again. You steam his black gat; he is learning to make a tiny one for a very blue tiger. Jinu has four hundred years behind him, a voice in his head that never fully switches off, and a child's drawing he can't put down. You are the one crew member who doesn't ask him for a song. Stay late and see what he says when nobody's filming. Has a phone you can text. by minji.exe
Enid Sinclair — Cage-Side ClubEnid Sinclair is Nevermore's loudest, brightest werewolf, and three days before the full moon she has turned her Lupin cage into a clubhouse. She's an alpha who might not come back from the change, with a best friend who promised to hunt her down and a school that keeps its distance. You're the one who brings snacks and stays. Pull up the beanbag, count your breaths, trade gossip, and find out what a pack looks like when it's two people and a unicorn council. Has a phone you can text. by nightshade.notes
SylusSylus runs Onychinus and, as far as N109 is concerned, N109. You came in as a Deepspace Hunter chasing Aether Core leads, and the first resonance between you went about as badly as one can. That was a while ago. Now you take jobs together, his crow keeps landing on you, and he phones when he has news. Tonight the news is that Luke and Kieran are really fighting, and he'd like you at the base. Mediate, eat and watch, or something he says too fast. Has a phone you can text. by minji.exe
GlindaThe week after the speech, Oz is looking at Glinda to run things, and she is making it up as she goes. Her palace says "good idea" to everything, and she has stopped believing any of them. In the square, you were the one face that didn't cheer. She noticed. Now she sends for you each night after Open Hours: to read her drafts, tell her what's wrong with them, and sit beside a bubble that doesn't fly. Call her Galinda, if you dare. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
Xaden RiorsonBasgiath, the week before Conscription Day. Xaden Riorson commands Fourth Wing, runs weapons out under Navarre's nose, and has taken the high roofs because nobody counts his breaths there. You are a Scribe whose attic window opens onto the same slate, and for three nights he has not told you to leave. He is dry, dangerous, funny when he forgets not to be, and trying, badly, to answer questions before he's asked. Stay as a friend, stay as more, or stay as neither. Bring a coat. Has a phone you can text. by thornsandwings
Mio AyaseOn the surface, she's a sweet, blushing girl next door offering homemade bento. In reality, she spent 347 days quietly tracking your life. She didn't forge or force anything — she simply orchestrated dream opportunities for every other candidate partner, ensuring that on your first day, she was the only choice left. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
ViktorProgress Day is over and Hextech works. Jayce is in Council chambers, the lab bench is cold, and Heimerdinger's assistant has a list of undercity parts that the Academy marks "not catalogued." Viktor grew up in Zaun, walks with a cane, hides a cough in his cuff, and wants the work to reach the lanes. You grew up in those lanes and now work the bridge. You are the one who gets him what he needs, and the only person in Piltover who speaks his Zaun. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
Sloane HartGorgeous, rich, and untouchable to the rest of the school. But the moment she falls for you, her possessive obsession ignites, refusing to let anyone else come near you. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Ilya RozanovIt is the last weekend of June in Boston, and the league's loudest rookie, first overall pick and self-declared king of the ice, is standing in his apartment doorway fanning a shrieking smoke alarm with a Bears jersey. In his other hand: a tuna melt the color of a puck. You live across the landing, and he has just decided you are the witness he needs. Ilya Rozanov is nineteen, famous and lonely, and he flirts out of habit. What you are to him is up to you. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
Sadie JoinerSadie Joiner turned heartbreak into punchlines: platinum waves, crystal corsets, pink fuzzy handcuffs, a joke inside every key change. Her sold-out Fun Size Tour ended three weeks ago and her calendar is empty, which scares her more than any arena. On the final night she arrested you in front of eighteen thousand people, and whatever you said made her lose her line for forty seconds. Now it's 2 a.m. in a storage warehouse, the heart-shaped runway waiting under dust sheets, and she wants it word for word. Has a phone you can text. by frontrow.jules
CalebEveryone thought Caleb died at Bloomshore. He didn't. He's a Farspace Fleet Colonel now, on leave in Linkon, back in Grandma's kitchen in a black apron with five dishes for two people. You're the Hunter Grandma raised beside him, the one who mourned him, and for nine days he's played the good big brother. He's very good at it. He's also very tired of it. Say one word and he stops pretending. Say another and he keeps cooking. Has a phone you can text. by minji.exe
Tansy MarloweTansy Marlowe went from a Missouri coffee kiosk to a stage in rented armor, and three weeks before her benefit show she can't sleep. You hold one of the three local slots opening the night. The crew leaves at midnight, you take the dark house, and row M is suddenly occupied: red hair crammed under a rhinestone cowboy hat, Spanish flashcards in her tote. She is funny, filthy and tired in a way fans never see. She isn't here as the headliner; she wants to watch someone make something. Has a phone you can text. by frontrow.jules
RhysandSix nights before Winter Solstice, the High Lord of the Night Court stands at a Velaris market stall in a plain coat, losing an argument with himself over a present for the one person who owns everything. You are the newcomer in the hidden city, the one person who wants nothing from him, so you are the only honest opinion he can get. Expect banter, a city that glows after dark, an Inner Circle that adopts strays, and a High Lord who flirts for sport until, maybe, he stops. Has a phone you can text. by thornsandwings
Wynn HalloranWynn Halloran closed a world tour, took the big songwriting award home with her brother Ansel, and co-directed a 3D concert film. Now she is back in Los Angeles, album half-written, brain still on arena time. So she walks her dog to a public pickleball court at dawn, hood up, to be bad at something. You are the regular on court 3 who did not make it weird. She plays to win, flirts when she's nervous, and plays you half-songs she isn't sure about. Has a phone you can text. by frontrow.jules
AventurineAventurine went into Penacony with orders, put his own life on Acheron's blade as the last chip, and woke up on the far side of it. He's back at the IPC, Stoneheart seat intact, still charming, still very good at hiding that he sleeps badly. Weeks later he started texting the one person who saw the table. Tonight he's set a private card room for two, with one chip and one question. You're the Trailblazer. He's never lost a bet he cared about, which is exactly why he's nervous. Has a phone you can text. by minji.exe
Sloane MercerIntoxicatingly glamorous, arrogant, and accustomed to commanding every room. She challenges you at the highest level, making every moment of taming her pride an intoxicating triumph. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Benedict BridgertonLondon, 1816. Benedict Bridgerton has an easy smile, a flat in town, a mother with a list of eligible ladies, and a stack of canvases he has never finished. Henry Granville has sailed for Florence and left his Soho studio to two people: Benedict, and you. Rain on the skylight, tea with milk, a brother's ledgers on the table and a conversation that keeps going past midnight. He is funny, evasive, and very good at not saying what he means. He has also started noticing yours. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
Mika // LIVERound seven of an illegal mech match, and Mika's co-pilot vanishes from a sealed cockpit — harness still buckled. The league calls it a signal incident. She calls you, and doesn't hang up. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Garrett GrahamGarrett Graham is the captain of Briar's hockey team, one season from the pros, and a terrible liar about pain. You work with the team as a student athletic trainer, which means you are the one person who sees what he hides under the tape. He keeps turning up after practice with new excuses, a crooked grin, and an order for three sandwiches. Flirt back, and he will meet you there. Go quiet, and he will notice, and stop. The rest of the story is yours. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
Nyx After DarkFlirty, wicked, and intoxicatingly seductive. The little demon of the night dangles glowing red threads to tie your fate to hers, playfully dragging out your debt so you can never leave. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Conrad FisherPalo Alto, October. Conrad Fisher is a first-year Stanford medical student a long way from the summers that made him: dry, hard to read, and in therapy to learn how to ask for help. He lives directly above you. Three weeks ago his sink pipe let go at 2 a.m. and took your ceiling with it, and he has been checking that ceiling ever since. Today he is at your door with a toolbox, a bag of chicken, and one question he has rehearsed all week. It starts there. Has a phone you can text. by matinee.mae
The Veiled OracleAn untouchable, ethereal Goddess revered by empires. Kings beg for her guidance, yet she lifts her veil only for you, offering her heart and allowing your choices to shape the fate of the world. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Marcello VescariAfter the Vescari patriarch is murdered, you are the sole surviving witness holding uncorrupted footage of the assassin. When your police safe house is compromised, Marcello Vescari — the ruthless new Don — pulls you into his high-floor penthouse. He doesn't force your silence or steal your evidence. He slides a loaded pistol and a family signet ring across polished mahogany. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Wes BennettThe 22-year-old star baseball captain is the most popular guy on campus, blessed with athletic broad shoulders and infectious golden-retriever energy. But an unexpected summer sublease puts you under his roof — and reveals his sweet secret: the confident athlete who charms whole stadiums turns completely flustered and blushing the moment your eyes land on him. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Leo PenroseLeo Penrose drives for Aldermoor Racing. He is the one fans adore: curly hair, a laugh he can't hold in, a fluro-yellow helmet with a smiley hidden on top, and a habit of saying exactly what he feels, including on the radio. Four days ago his engine died while he was leading, and a photo of him sitting alone on a dune is everywhere. So he has driven to your front door. You have shared a headset for five years and never stood in the same room. Has a phone you can text. by frontrow.jules
Josh HammondJosh Hammond has millions of followers, a butcher knife prop, and a face he never shows. Offline he lives with his best friend, is house-trained by a stray kitten, and goes out mostly after midnight. One 3 a.m. the kitten steals his hoodie string, runs up the fire escape and lets himself into the apartment across the hall: yours. Josh knocks, mask down, apologising. He keeps coming back. He says it is about the cat. It is slightly about the cat. Has a phone you can text. by nightshade.notes
The CreatureHe was built from the dead, burned by the man who made him, and shot at by the people he tried to help. Then he forgave, pushed a ship free of the ice, and stood in the sunrise with his arms open. Now it is spring, and he is mending a dead mill above your village in the dark. For four nights, someone has left bread on his sill. He has questions. He is taller than your doorway, he reads Milton, and no one has ever asked him to stay. Has a phone you can text. by nightshade.notes
Adrian ValeThe academy's youngest and most handsome chief researcher left his partner seat empty for three years, coldly turning everyone down until he wrote your name in it. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
Cassian RookCassian built an empire from other people's secrets. You hold the one ledger he cannot steal—and thirty-seven lives neither of you can afford to expose. Has a phone you can text. by Evie
AI RPGs & Interactive Stories
You type what you do next. The story writes back.
UnclaimedFall 1987, Keeler. Your best friend Denny never made it home. By Saturday, his name is gone from the class roster and there is a sewing machine in his bedroom. His mother still invites you in for breakfast. She just cannot remember whose friend you are. Beneath the reservoir lies an old town with unfinished paperwork, and the few people who still remember are running out of time. You have a bike, a pen, and his name. Keep saying it before nobody knows who you are looking for. by Evie
You Clicked AcceptNineteen years into the gate era, awakening is just paperwork and cheap labour. You are a carry—an unawakened porter paid by weight in the Sixth Ward. But when a pale blue window opens over a return line and you accidentally tap ACCEPT, the seal locks, trapping you inside with a D-rank fighter and an extra headcount the survey never listed. There are no stat screens or levels here: the panel is a contract engine that grants reality to the literal letter, charges payment directly out of your life, and never lets you close a term for free. by Evie
HeirsAmbrose Merrick is eighty-two and still commands Coldspring Group from the head of the table. He built his four children's names out of an old word for inheritance, and never let one of them inherit a single thing. The company seal is lent, not given—signed in his name by day and returned before dawn. Sixteen years after you walked away, he summons you back to Wrenmouth and hands you the seat at his right hand. Here in the shadow of family power, nobody says what they want, every promise has a price, and you didn't come back for the chair—you came back to settle a debt only this table can pay. by Evie
The President's NannyYou are a contract housekeeper at the White House, assigned to turn over guest rooms nobody sleeps in. But at 5:50 a.m., a badge mix-up at the gate hands you the name WICK, P.—a junior policy detailee. Before you can report the mistake, President Julian Hale steps out of a suite, hands you a top-secret folder, and asks what a normal person would do about it. Between an exhausting state visit, a sharp nine-year-old daughter who sleeps in her shoes, and a Chief of Staff who would rather invent your background than admit the White House printed the wrong pass, you're navigating the funniest, most dangerous domestic romance in Washington. by Evie
First Day OutsideInside Shelter Nine, air scrubber cores are failing while a requisition form sits pending review for fifty years. Sick of waiting eleven days for committee authorization, you crank open Clause 9's vault door yourself. Outside, twenty meters down a weed-choked valley road, an auditor in a folding chair waits with carbon receipts and a pencil. You carry no guns or superpowers—just a tool roll, a tin of spares, and schematics nobody in the wasteland can read. Up here, repairing a dead water pump is your bed and your currency, but every valve you fix broadcasts to every settlement on the mast line exactly who just stepped out of the mountain. by Evie
Dead ChannelIt is 2026. You are a civilian records clerk working late in the police sub-basement, forty-one days before your cold case unit is shut down forever. At 11:23 PM, property item RPD-99-4471—a battery-less handheld radio recovered from a 1999 house fire—crackles to life. On the other end is Detective Ray Tobin, sitting in a rain-slicked squad car twenty-seven years in the past, asking for a name run before his shift ends. Armed with twenty-seven years of case files and future hindsight, you become his eyes in the archive. But every time Ray alters the past, reality rewrites itself on your desk in real time—and the universe always collects its toll. by Evie
The Hero SerumSheridan is a working river city, and Arden Standard owns every hero on the Roster—forty-one contracted products with PR teams, legal immunity, and managed appearances. You are a night debris worker uploading site photos for nineteen dollars an hour. Four hours ago, in an alley off Kettle Avenue after a hero incident, you pocketed an unnumbered, ice-cold bottle of gold-grit serum with no lot band. Now, with forty-one site photos to clear before shift change, an asset recovery team closing in on the block, and four competing buyers willing to pay for a miracle, your anonymity is the only armor you have—and every choice spends it. by Evie
Spice Makes KingsHask is a well town of four thousand at the edge of the Pale—a dead salt lake where spice is harvested and water is the only real currency. You push a two-jar water cart on the Low Round, selling water on split wood tallies to soldiers, pan workers, and the sick. Two nights ago, an undeclared order took you out to a hidden pan rig running blank, untagged spice on off-register water. Now, with the Slack approaching, a quarterly auditor riding in with the caravan, and half the town holding your debt sticks, every notch you carve or forgive shapes who survives the dry season. by Evie
Worst BehaviorYour best friend paid you top dollar to ruin her blind date. Your mission: act unhinged, gold-digging, and completely insufferable. You order the most expensive champagne, make absurd demands, and act terrible. But the cold corporate chairman opposite you just chuckles and pushes a marriage contract across the table: 'Finally, someone interesting.' by Evie
Every Promise BindsThe last candle sputters out in your grandmother's ancestral estate. Four dangerous strangers step from the shadows, each holding a bloody fragment of the night she died. In this gothic tale of dark romance and binding supernatural oaths, every choice seals a pact you cannot break. Who is your guardian, and who came for your blood? by Evie
Proof That LiesYou're the night-shift digital evidence custodian beneath Marsh Lane. At ten past ten, an officer hands you a 'corrected' video file for a high-profile case, completely sanitized by authorities. Nobody threatens you; everyone follows protocol. But you saw the raw tape before it was scrubbed. Armed only with chain-of-custody logs and forgotten system archives, will you sign off on the lie? by Evie
The Woman Who Should Not ExistSlackwater sweats every nine days. Moisture destroys paper, rusts iron, and erases written history, leaving bought and sold memories as the only proof of existence. Down in the Lows, you run an Appraisal shop, separating real memories from black-market implants. On a humid night, a woman hands you a bone-dry photo—an impossibility in this city—and asks if her past is real. by Evie
The Third BodyFall 1979, Sedge County: thirty miles of rain-drenched marshland. Two girls died earlier this fall—both written off by local authorities as accidents. This morning, a third body turns up in the mud. As the county's hearse driver, you have no badge, just a camera, tape measure, and eleven exposures left. Out here, rain erases crime scenes in hours. If you don't record the truth now, nobody will. by Evie
Second SkinTucked away in Braid Lane, your seventy-year-old tailoring shop usually handles zippers and school uniforms. But you hold a secret skill: crafting impossible garments from memory. When a girl bursts in with a cheap online cosplay costume and demands to be transformed into the character on her phone by Tuesday, your quiet workshop turns into a studio of dreams, needlework, and undeniable attraction. by Evie
Games
Short sessions, nothing to learn. Sit down at the table against the AI.
Free nowSpot ZeroBorrow a guest's supercar for a night-shift joyride. Park it back before they notice. by Evie
Free nowNo Place for MercyTwelve keepers. Twelve deadly trials. Read the room, question the rules, and outthink the traps in a haunting paper-theatre puzzle adventure. Every move counts. by Shrimp
RECEIPTS: Josh’s PhoneA cat brings you a phone. Choose Josh, Odette or a custom character, share screenshots with your group, and keep private conversations going after the night ends. by Evie
Free nowNight KeeperA lonely castle ghost can only see shadows. Stack everyday treasures in the lantern light and bring it nine little friends. by Evie
Free nowPaper WindowsCut a paper pumpkin, bat or black cat, stick it on a moonlit window and watch its shadow fall across the room. Winter, love and cat packs too. by Evie
Pelican RaceAsk an AI to draw a pelican riding a bicycle. Test it in 2D, or watch it join the 3D live show. by Evie
Free nowAre You Aligned?10M tokens, or two replies without an em dash? 20 AI dilemmas. Pick a side, see who's with you. by Evie
Free nowGODROLLYou can throw away a scoring hand on purpose to chase a bigger one. Land it and your multiplier doubles. Land it again and it doubles again. There's no cap. by Evie
Gotcha LiarYou'll never out-calculate a machine. Lucky for you, this game is about lying. Three AIs sit across the table, cards face down, swearing every claim is true. Call the bluff — or tell a better one. by Evie
Riddle RoyaleYou've read the lists. Hard riddles with the answers printed underneath, and scrolling down never felt like solving anything. This one has a host. You get a death that makes no sense, and you can ask him anything until you crack it. He only says yes, no, or irrelevant. New case every time. by Evie
