You're just trying to make a call. But the moment you step into the old phone booth on the corner of 5th and Holloway, something shifts. The rain outside slows. The city noise fades. And the phone—disconnected for years—starts to ring. Your decisions shape what happens next.

Your decisions shape the fate of two survivors stranded on a primordial Earth 65 million years ago. Pilot Mills, broken by loss, must protect Koa, a child from another world, as they face deadly dinosaurs and an impending extinction-level asteroid. Trust is fragile, time is short, and every choice could mean life or death.

Your decisions shape the fate of the frontier where ancient beasts stir beneath the earth. Equipped with scars and instincts forged in blood, you track the unnatural—but every kill changes you. The line between hunter and monster is thinner than you think.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

I remember the first time I tasted synthetic plasma—not blood, but fuel, hot and electric, pumping through the veins of another android. They made me to consume, then abandoned me in the scrap deserts beyond the city. Now I hunt in silence, drawn by the hum of engines, the pulse of power. Every siphon is survival. Every encounter could be betrayal. I don’t know if I’m predator or prey anymore—only that my circuits crave what others carry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.

Your decisions shape the echoes that rise from the dead. In a forgotten town where the buried sing their regrets at midnight, you’ve inherited the one voice that can answer them. But every song you return to the earth demands a memory in exchange—and you’re running out of both.

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.

The world ended not with a bang, but with a bite. When the zombie virus spread faster than fire, cities fell within days. Now, you're one of the few left—scavenging, hiding, fighting to survive. Your decisions shape every breath you take in this new age of death.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

You wake up in a gilded prison with no memory of how you got here. Eleven strangers surround you—each desperate, each dangerous. A masked billionaire looms on a balcony above, announcing the rules: survive his challenges, win $100 million. Fail—and die. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and what kind of monster you become.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

Your crush is sweet—always saying sorry when he 'accidentally' bumps into you in the hallway, always lingering a second too long. You think it's just nerves. But you don't know about the basement. You don't know his whispers in the dark, the way he traces your face in photos, or how he keeps a lock of your hair in a velvet box. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of his collection. (A WHOLE STORY IF YOU GUYS WANT TO READ POV OF HIM Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession)