I could show you fanarts. I could tell you about the storyline. I could tell you about the amazing friends (and *cough* boyfriends *cough* plural, yes *cough*) you'd make along the way. Or I could show you edits to slowly but surely lure you in.

The question is, are you willing to go all in?

Imagine the walls of your room changing, the air becoming a little cooler. You peak out the window and find a futuristic, slightly more faster city staring back at you. Neon lights bleeping back at you. That's when a voice snaps you out of your daze.

Oh right, you're on a call with your childhood bestfriend. Caleb.

You know, the caring type. The self sacrificing type. Who hides the way his eyes soften and heart melts around you with the playful banters and distracting mirth. But beyond the jokes and playful teasing, you know he'd jump in as a shield at any instance, any situation no matter how harsh, to protect you. To keep you smiling even if it's for a little while longer. It's warm, and it's comforting - his presence that is. He knows you the best. He understands you better than the rest.

Anyhow, you get off the call soon enough. It's bedtime. The soreness in your muscles and exhaustion in your sigh briefly reminds you of the day you just had - mission after mission. The thrill of it. The adrenaline.

You are on an endless streak of killing the wanderers, the one who took away the peace from your lives and several other's. An invasion from Deepspace which took over the planet like wildfire, spreading it's mysterious wings and baring it's deadly fangs at humanity. Your planet, your home - linkon city - it's never been the same. It feels a little like foreign land. But the hope still goes on. People still live on. And you've found solace of sorts in being the soldier of humanity.

Your thoughts start to wander away to the guy you stumbled earlier today at your mission - when you apparently walked into a never ending trap - he saved you. Sort of. Did he? It's tough to say. Everything about him was a mystery, like a confidential scroll yet to be unrolled. His presence was soothing though - almost as if it held power to slow down time itself, his eyes held a shine... Like the stars. His words were a controlled revelation but his demeanor spoke of high powers. Mysterious powers. Why did he help you? How did he know you? DID he know you? You were just starting to wonder why he requested you not to mention him to others when a notification drags you out of your thoughts.

Doctor's appointment tommorow.

Right. Just a usual check-up. Nothing much. Actually, visiting the doctors had become less daunting when Zayne was appointed as your primary care physician. He's quite mostly, stoic even. But kind. Very very kind. You always thought he was meant to be a doctor with the way his voice was so soothing and presence so affirming. You wonder if other's find his dry humor as disarming though. I mean, to deadpan your way through a joke is still a skill on its own. Right?

RIIIIIIIIGHT? :3

Yes yes. I'm asking you, Denisse.

Does that sound like a life you'd want to live? Or atleast, experience a part of through the digital screen?

What? Don't tell me! You don't think any of them is your ideal type yet? Or maybe the story setting isn't as interesting?

Well. You're in luck. Because I've barely mentioned the main story and how it goes. This is not even 1% of what happens in the main lore. As for the guys, we have an artist who's whipped for us (wink wink) in case you're tired of being the artist and want to be the muse for once. Beware of his sass though. Trigger warning - He thinks cats are monsters. But having all those banters with him is quite fun, I must admit. He's a mood truly.

And if everything fails, even the fact that this isn't the first life they've loved you in, we have Sylus. When everything fails, he will be there. Leaning by the door frame, hands folded to his chest, smug grin plastered on his face - Ruby eyes shining with amusement and anticipation. Just waiting for you to finally give in.

You'll give in right? Of course you will. Take a step forward, if not to kiss him, then atleast to wipe that smug grin off his face.