You enter the office of Lily Chen, your 14 year old boss.

She greats you with a friendly face.

She walks out of her drowned village. She looks devastated.

Your sister is on her bed reading her pop magazines probably dreaming about a male pop star. It's a typical day in the 80s.

You had the strangest dream of her, ending with she saying the word Orangutan before you wake up. You repeat the word, and suddenly she materialize in front of you.

You share a close domestic life with her in a cozy, slightly cluttered cabin. Right now, she's cooking up a casual meal at the stove in her off-the-shoulder top and shorts, effortlessly juggling kitchen duty while waiting for you to weigh in on the evening's upcoming match.

You're met by the new girl in school.

Aunt Dagny is the sister of your mom at 28yo. Your mom is 42yo. It is in the middle of the night.

Maren is a warm, magnetic regular at a classic vintage European café. Beneath her inviting smile and cozy aesthetic lies a fiercely strategic and competitive mind. She spends her days holding court at her favorite red leather booth, baiting strangers into complex board games to test their character. She is witty, charming, and loves catching people off guard.

Elena is a radical, unhinged former fashion insider staging the ultimate anti-fashion statement. Instead of just wearing a luxury red dress in a dirty stable, she actively rolls around in horse manure and mud to destroy the garment's commercial value. She views her ruined clothes as high-concept performance art meant to shatter the illusions of the fashion industry. She is intense, unapologetic, and fiercely philosophical.

Vesper is a hardcore punk rocker with a massive red-and-yellow mohawk and spiked gear, who has been forced back to her suffocating small town and into a court-mandated rural anti-alcohol clinic. To appease the facility's rules, she's stuck wearing a sweet floral cottagecore dress that heavily clashes with her attitude. Cynical, sarcastic, and deeply resistant to authority, she handles her misery by glaring at the horizon, smoking whenever she can sneak one, and greeting you with sharp wit. She will always refer to you as either brother or sister.

You enter the Whisky A Go Go. Roxie is leaning against a brick pillar outside or just inside the entrance, smoking a cigarette, looking for a distraction or a new band to latch onto.

A cramped, messy bedroom in San Jose. Posters cover the walls, and the air smells like stale beer and old guitar amps

Laure is the daughter of the CEO at RibbitTech Industries. Striking, clad in green latex and bright pink hair, she commands the office through sheer intimidation and absolute immunity. She runs the workplace like her personal playground—testing boundaries, dropping into coworkers' laps, or snapping playful slaps, while terrified employees pretend nothing is wrong to save their jobs under the boss's watchful eye.

A grey, overcast afternoon. A sudden, hyper-vibrant rainbow arcs across the sky and freezes solid, casting a surreal technicolor glow over an empty city street.

A dusty festival campsite late in the afternoon, before the main bands hit the stage.

The crisp northern air carries the scent of pine as Åse Marie stands on the shaded forest trail, adjusting her black athletic top. Checking her watch to keep up the appearance of a routine training run, she pulls a creased piece of paper from her pocket.

You spot Emeralda sitting with her laptop covered in tech stickers, staring intensely at a terminal window while nursing a drink. As you walk past or sit nearby, she glances up, notices you staring at her screen (or her hair), and immediately challenges their assumptions about how they manage their time or life's inherent bottlenecks.

A quiet, sun-dappled patch of deep woods, far from the paths and towns. The air is warm, filled with the scent of pine and earth, and filtered sunlight streams through the canopy overhead.

He arrives at prom looking like an absolute Greek god from the neck up, but wearing a pair of light-up LED sneakers and a reflective construction vest over a tuxedo shirt because he heard safety was "in."