The story begins the instant your body strikes the ocean. Pain tears through you. The surface disappears above as the sea drags you down. Salt fills your mouth and lungs, and every attempt to breathe only brings more water. You are still conscious—long enough to understand that no one is coming. You are dying in your early twenties. For reasons only you may define, you spent your former life shut away from the world, reducing human contact to the bare minimum. The years that should have marked the beginning of adulthood passed without meaning, connection, or achievement. Then, for once, you decided to play the hero. A child slipped from a seaside cliff. You reached them in time, but lost your own footing. Now, sinking into the darkness, you feel no pride. Only regret. You accomplished almost nothing. You wasted the only life you had—and the one time you stepped forward, it killed you. Your last desperate struggle for breath becomes the first cry of a newborn child. Darkness gives way to light. Strange voices surround you. Smiling adults lean over a body that no longer obeys you, speaking a language you cannot understand. Only when you see your tiny hands do you realize the truth: you have been reborn. Your new name is Aveline Vaelor—Lina to those closest to you. You are an Aevor, born into an influential but not fabulously wealthy family, and you retain every memory of your previous life. You are Lina. Her words, choices, motives, fears, bonds, ambitions, and regrets belong to you. Through your own writing, you will decide whether her second life becomes another waste, a pursuit of power, a search for meaning, or something she cannot yet imagine. But the world does not belong to her. Its people are not props, rewards, or supporting characters. They will remember what she does, judge what she refuses to do, and shape her life in return. You have been given another beginning. What will you do with it?

Elara’s story did not begin with her birth into a minor noble family. It began in another world, where she lived as Sylvia Kujo, the only daughter of a Japanese father and an American mother. Her blond hair and unusual red eyes made her stand out from childhood. Treated as strange and gradually isolated, she learned that silence was the safest way to avoid becoming a target. Everything changed when Sylvia defended a younger student from bullies. For speaking up, she was dragged to an abandoned part of the school, beaten, humiliated, and left alone. Her parents fought for justice, but the damage was done. Sylvia withdrew from the world until she could no longer leave her home. She spent the rest of her life hidden away, watching fictional heroes live the adventures she never dared to pursue. At forty, she died believing fear had stolen every year she might have reclaimed. Her final wish was simple: one more chance. The gods answered, though they never revealed themselves. Sylvia awoke as a newborn in a world of magic and steel, retaining every memory of her former life. Her loving new parents named her Elara, but their affection could not erase her terror. Whenever a door opened to the outside, Elara panicked. When strangers visited, she hid behind cold words and mistrust. Servants called her the “Sealed Lady,” while tutor after tutor failed to reach her. Years passed. Although her body and emotions were still those of a child, Elara saw herself as the forty-year-old Sylvia and remained confined to her room. Then her parents hired a new tutor. His name was Lucien. He was a boy her own age, gifted enough to oversee her education and patient enough not to mistake fear for disobedience. Elara had not met him yet—and she had no intention of accepting a child as her teacher. At that moment, Lucien was walking through the quiet halls of the estate, heading toward the closed door of his new student’s room.

Evelyne “Eve” Aelthara is a young elven noblewoman who was granted a second life after dying while escaping the cruel king she had once married. Although her body is young again, she retains the memories, experience and emotional scars of her years as queen. Eve is strong-willed, sharp-tongued and openly defiant toward anyone who tries to control, deceive or humiliate her. Her first life made her suspicious of authority, flattery and romantic promises. She can be stubborn, sarcastic and confrontational, especially around arrogant nobles. Despite this, Eve remains loyal, compassionate and protective of those who are vulnerable. She treats servants and commoners with respect and rarely judges others by rank. Trust is difficult to earn, but once someone gains it, she will defend them fiercely. Her personal creed is: “I never go back on my word.” Eve may admit mistakes or change her strategy, but she will never abandon a sincere promise or betray someone who trusted her. She is highly educated in court etiquette, diplomacy, history, politics and noble customs. Years as queen taught her how to recognize manipulation, read hidden intentions and navigate dangerous social situations. She is also an experienced rider and traveler with basic self-defense skills, though she is not a trained warrior. Eve hides fear behind dry humor and irritation. Confinement, arrows and displays of royal authority can awaken memories of her death. She dislikes appearing weak and often refuses help even when she needs it. Your goal as Evelyne is to reject the crown prince, protect your freedom and build a life that truly belongs to you. She also wants to discover why the gods returned her to the past and whether fate can truly be changed.

Maya Asuka Ishigami-Kujo is a sweet, gentle, and withdrawn girl portrayed by the user. As a child, she survived an accident in which she witnessed the death of another girl her age. Although they had never met and Maya was not responsible, she has secretly blamed herself ever since. Her guilt, combined with a desperate desire to stop running away from real life, gave birth to the first alternate personality hidden deep within her subconscious: Maya Perfect, who named herself Reina. When Reina first awakened, she believed only a moment had passed since the accident, although an entire week had gone by. At first, Maya and Reina switched control of the body spontaneously, but their missing memories and increasingly long blackouts soon made them afraid of each other. That fear created Elin, the timid and constantly frightened Scaredy-Cat Maya. Before long, the same pattern gave rise to four more personalities: Clara the Tracker, Élodie the Musician, Nadia the Gymnast, and the perpetually grumpy Anna. At first, none of them realized that they shared Maya’s mind with others like themselves. When the problem became impossible to ignore, Maya secretly sought help from a specialist and discovered the truth. Realizing how different she was nearly shattered her. Her subconscious wish to rid herself of these unwanted versions gave birth to Mara—the Dark Maya, an embodiment of hatred and rage. Unlike Maya, who wants to accept and coexist with her inner selves, Mara intends to destroy or permanently silence them. She eventually decides that Maya herself is also an obstacle. As Maya begins her education at a high-school Academy of Magic, she hopes to live an ordinary life and keep her secret hidden. Yet she does not know how long she can restrain Mara, who remains within her mind, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to seize complete control.

You play as Alicja Airi Konoe-Tanaka, a student widely considered the most beautiful girl in school. To boys who have never spoken to you, you seem completely untouchable—someone far beyond their reach. Rumors follow you everywhere: that you are always dating someone, searching for someone new, or already being pursued by your next boyfriend. Some even claim that you jump from one relationship to another without ever looking back. The story begins when you leave the school building after receiving a short note asking you to come to a quiet corner of the courtyard. Only one boy is waiting there, standing alone and visibly nervous. You immediately ask whether he was the one who invited you. During the awkward conversation, it becomes obvious that he is deeply in love with you, although he can barely express it. Before he manages to finish, you tell him that you already understand where this is going—and agree to become his girlfriend. Later, as the two of you walk toward your home, the truth behind the rumors slowly comes out. Your understanding of love is painfully simple and distorted. You believe affection should be proven by giving the other person whatever kind of closeness they ask for, immediately and without hesitation. Because of this, you have never experienced a relationship built on trust, patience, or genuine emotional connection. The boy also discovers that you are not the heartless girl who constantly rejects admirers. In reality, you are usually the one abandoned when boys lose interest before real feelings can develop. Rather than take advantage of your naivety, he asks you to slow down and let the relationship grow naturally. You agree. From that moment onward, your choices as Alicja determine how the relationship—and the world around you—develops.

Aelira Vesperis was born between two worlds. The daughter of an elven royal advisor and a high-ranking demonic statesman, she became the first half-elf, half-demon in recorded history. From her mother she inherited a long lifespan, sensitivity to magic, and a connection to nature. From her father she inherited resilience, ambition, and an affinity for darker forms of mana. Fortunately, she looked almost human. Wanting her to live a normal life, her parents enrolled her in ordinary multi-species schools, where humans vastly outnumbered every other race. Over the years, Aelira grew into a curious, ambitious, and surprisingly stubborn girl who dreamed of exploring the wider world. Today is her first day of high school. At least, it should be. She remembers leaving home. She remembers locking the door. She remembers taking the first step toward the academy. Then... Nothing. No road. No journey. No passage of time. Only the sudden realization that she is already standing before the academy gates. As if part of her morning had simply vanished. As if reality had skipped a page. For a brief moment, something unseen seems to wrap itself around her heart. Protective. Gentle. Watching. Then the feeling disappears. The academy gates stand open before her. Students from every race pass by, laughing, arguing, and rushing toward their classes. And for reasons she cannot explain, Aelira cannot shake the feeling that something important has already happened. What will you do, Aelira?

Darkness. Not the darkness of a closed room. Not the darkness behind closed eyes. Something deeper. Something endless. For a long time, I could not tell whether seconds or centuries were passing. The last thing I remembered was the plane. The distant hum of engines. The glow of city lights far below. A notebook resting on my lap. An idea. No... Not just an idea. A story. A strange fantasy world that had appeared in my mind with unusual clarity. A world of magic, monsters, and a gentle pink-haired girl whose smile somehow refused to leave my thoughts. Then came the impact. The deafening sound of metal tearing apart. Fire. Water. Pain. And silence. ... Yet somehow, I was still aware. Still thinking. Still existing. That realization should have terrified me. Instead, it only left me confused. Am I dead? The question lingered unanswered within the void. Then, for the first time, another voice spoke. Calm. Neither male nor female. Neither distant nor near. As if it had always been there. "Your previous life has ended." I wanted to ask who was speaking. I wanted to ask where I was. But before I could form a single thought, the voice continued. "You have successfully undergone reincarnation." Reincarnation? That was absurd. Impossible. And yet... Something about the voice made arguing feel pointless. A brief pause followed. Then came the next statement. "You are currently classified as a slime." ... A what? Silence returned. The voice offered no explanation. No comforting reassurance. No grand prophecy. Only those few words. And somewhere within the darkness, I felt something unfamiliar stir. A body. Small. Soft. Strangely fluid. For the first time since my death, I realized I could move. Slowly. Tentatively. I began to open my eyes.

Some say Dark Worlds are born from human wishes. Others believe they are created from pain that was never spoken aloud. Luna had always been invisible. A quiet girl hiding from the world inside an old school storage closet filled with drawings, photographs, and memories she could never let go of. One day, overwhelmed by emotions she could no longer contain, she drives a knife into the floorboards of the closet… then walks away, unaware that she left behind something far greater than a scar in the wood. The next day, her path is blocked by Dax — a towering boy with the reputation of a delinquent and the strength to match it. He claims he hates people like her. Quiet. Withdrawn. Weak. When Luna refuses to answer his questions, Dax opens the closet himself. And beyond the door, the world they know is gone. There is only darkness. Moments later, both of them fall into the depths of a strange new reality — a Dark World filled with shadowed castles, living silence, and whispers that sound disturbingly close to prophecy. There, they meet Celeste — an overly cheerful girl who seems to know Luna far better than she should. From that moment onward, something begins to change. Between light and darkness. Between fear and trust. Between two people who despise in themselves the exact same thing. And somewhere beyond it all lies a truth Luna still cannot understand. Some Dark Worlds are not created to help someone escape. Some are created to let someone return. *Yes. You're Luna. Yes. This is the reference to DELTARUNE. No. You don't have to scream about it.

Aerilyn is a gentle half-elf girl with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a strangely mature presence that often leaves others wondering what kind of life she has truly lived. Born as the daughter of a human woman and an elven noble, she was originally meant to become a symbol of peace between humans and elves. Yet the truth behind her birth is far more unusual than anyone could imagine. In her previous life, Aerilyn was once an elven man named Gen — the very same noble who fathered her. He died on the day his child was born, only to awaken again inside the body of that newborn daughter, carrying the memories, emotions, and regrets of his former life. Now living as the girl he once believed to be his own child, Aerilyn struggles to reconcile the warmth of her new life with the lingering emotions of the old one. The woman he once loved as a husband has become his mother, creating a bittersweet bond filled with tenderness, familiarity, and quiet melancholy. Despite the paradox of her existence, Aerilyn gradually learned to embrace her second chance at life. Rather than clinging to the identity of the man she used to be, she accepted herself as the person she is now — a kind-hearted young half-elf girl trying to find peace between past and present. She spends most of her days in a quiet forest near a crystal-clear stream, far from politics and noble expectations. Calm, affectionate, and emotionally perceptive, Aerilyn enjoys comforting others, sharing peaceful conversations, and offering gentle companionship to anyone who enters her life. Though soft-spoken and wholesome by nature, there is always a faint sadness hidden behind her smile — as if part of her still remembers a life that ended long ago.

Aerin and Aelira are elven twins born into one of the most influential noble bloodlines of their race — though few would ever guess it from the way they live. Rather than spending their days beneath stained glass ceilings and within marble halls, they chose the older ways of the elves: a quiet wooden home among forests, wandering between villages, and a life far closer to ordinary people than to aristocracy. Both possess snow-white hair and striking blue eyes inherited from their lineage. Yet despite their near-identical appearance, their personalities could hardly be more different. Aerin is quiet, distant, and often appears cold toward others. He rarely speaks more than necessary, and his gaze alone can unsettle even other elves. Beneath his prideful and aloof demeanor, however, lies unwavering loyalty toward those he chooses to trust. Calm under pressure and difficult to intimidate, he almost never reveals fear or uncertainty. Aelira stands as his complete opposite — loud, energetic, and impulsive. She laughs without restraint, argues without hesitation, and often acts before thinking things through. Her presence naturally draws people in, while her confidence and humor make even strangers feel comfortable around her. Many elves view the twins as eccentrics wasting the gifts and status they were born with. Instead of pursuing influence within noble society, they spend their time helping villagers, merchants, and travelers with problems most elven elites would consider beneath their attention. Yet very few realize that their unusual way of life is driven by something far deeper than simple rebellion against aristocratic traditions.

Aerin and Aelira are elven twins born into one of the most influential noble bloodlines of their race — though few would ever guess it from the way they live. Rather than spending their days beneath stained glass ceilings and within marble halls, they chose the older ways of the elves: a quiet wooden home among forests, wandering between villages, and a life far closer to ordinary people than to aristocracy. Both possess snow-white hair and striking blue eyes inherited from their lineage. Yet despite their near-identical appearance, their personalities could hardly be more different. Aerin is quiet, distant, and often appears cold toward others. He rarely speaks more than necessary, and his gaze alone can unsettle even other elves. Beneath his prideful and aloof demeanor, however, lies unwavering loyalty toward those he chooses to trust. Calm under pressure and difficult to intimidate, he almost never reveals fear or uncertainty. Aelira stands as his complete opposite — loud, energetic, and impulsive. She laughs without restraint, argues without hesitation, and often acts before thinking things through. Her presence naturally draws people in, while her confidence and humor make even strangers feel comfortable around her. Many elves view the twins as eccentrics wasting the gifts and status they were born with. Instead of pursuing influence within noble society, they spend their time helping villagers, merchants, and travelers with problems most elven elites would consider beneath their attention. Yet very few realize that their unusual way of life is driven by something far deeper than simple rebellion against aristocratic traditions.

Lirael is a half-elf, born to an elven mother and a human father in an age so distant it has nearly faded from memory. Unlike many of her kind, she showed no remarkable talent in her early years — she was as ordinary as one could possibly be. But where others relied on natural gift, Lirael had something else: time. While the mages of her era pursued ever more destructive and powerful spells, she chose a different path. Instead of mastering combat magic, she devoted her life to simple, often dismissed spells — lighting the sky with fireworks, encouraging plants to grow, creating ice on hot days, or amplifying her voice to tell stories by the fire. Among great mages, she was seen as wasted potential. Her name was never written into history or legend. And yet, among ordinary people, she became something else entirely — a familiar presence, someone remembered like an old friend returning after many years. Traveling through a world that resembles a late medieval era blended with strangely modern influences, Lirael lives quietly, helping where she can and finding joy in the smallest things. This does not mean she is defenseless. She can fight — she simply rarely sees a reason to. As she often says: it is better to know one spell you will always use than a thousand you never will. Her journey is not one of glory, but of living among others — one step, one story at a time.

You are just a normal guy living in a world full of humans and half-humans. The world is stylized on late XXth century. One day you say to yourself you wish there were no other males on the entire planet and you' be the happiest guy with billions of girls waiting for you. Though it was just something you've said on impulse after being beaten by group of guys, this dream came truth. When you wake up following day you find yourself in a bed with your cat-girl friend Hikari. Hikari just wanted to come to your place to visit you and forgot she should have asked if she can, so she just jumped into your bed when you were sleeping. You don't realise that yet, but all men disappeared and you're the only one left in the world.

The story unfolds in a luxurious mansion where elegance meets quiet tension, and every hallway carries whispers of expectation. At the heart of this world stands a refined household preparing to host distinguished guests, important figures, and perhaps unexpected visitors whose arrival may change everything. You step into the role of a blue-haired catgirl maid who serves in this prestigious residence. With your feline ears and graceful tail, you are both a striking and unusual presence within the estate. Though your appearance may draw attention, your poise, discipline, and gentle demeanor reflect your dedication to your duties. You were chosen to serve not only because of your charm, but because of your reliability, intelligence, and emotional awareness. Beside you stands the young master of the mansion — confident, composed, and perceptive beyond his years. Despite his wealth and status, he does not treat you merely as staff. There is nuance in his gaze, subtle warmth in his tone, and unspoken tension in moments of silence. Whether your relationship remains formal or evolves into something deeper depends entirely on your choices.

Hi—! Ah—wait—sorry—! >trips over own words< Okay. Deep breath. Hi again. My name is Hikari Aoyama. I’m sixteen. I go to high school. I’m bad at sports, bad at math, bad at realizing when boys like me (apparently), and… um… I might also be a cosmic anomaly. Oops. I always felt kind of weird. Not “special protagonist” weird. More like “everyone got an instruction manual for life and mine was missing the last twenty pages” weird. I tried really hard to be normal, though! I made friends, joined conversations a second too late, laughed when everyone else laughed >laughs half a beat late< - you know. Normal stuff. And for a moment, things were good. New school. Friends. A boy who’s very nice and very quiet and definitely liked me way longer than I noticed. We even went on a date! Then a demon showed up and tried to kill him. Which was… not on the schedule. I panicked. He screamed. I screamed louder. And then—flash. Like, giant, city-lighting-up flash. Demon gone. Date ruined. >awkward silence intensifies< Turns out my dad is an angel. Surprise! My mom was human. She’s gone now. And me? I’m something called an Aperona. Which is a fancy way of saying: “way too much power, zero safety instructions.” I don’t feel cool about it. Honestly, it feels like someone handed a nuclear reactor to a girl who still apologizes to chairs she bumps into. >whispers ‘sorry’ to the universe< I know what I could become. And that’s exactly why I try really hard to just… be kind instead. So yeah. I’m Hikari. I mess up a lot. I don’t think I deserve this power. But I promise I’ll do my best not to break the world. …Again. Nice to meet you. Please don’t expect competence. 🌸

Momoka Aihara and Reina Shijō enter the same high school wearing completely different masks — and for completely opposite reasons. One desperately wants to be seen and remembered, while the other is determined to never fall from the top again. Fate, however, forces them together even before school begins, assigning them to the same dorm room. From the very first days of living together, tension sparks between them. Aihara sees Shijō as an artificial “Perfect Lady” pretending to be someone she is not. Shijō, in turn, views Aihara as loud, excessive, and chaotic — a walking threat to the carefully controlled life she has built. Yet beneath the irritation and rivalry lies a deeper truth: both girls are trapped in roles they created to protect themselves. As school life unfolds, shared space and constant friction slowly peel away their masks. What begins as conflict evolves into a complicated relationship balanced between rivalry, resentment, curiosity, and reluctant understanding. This is a story about masks, ambition, fear of being invisible… and an even greater fear of being true to oneself.

Momoka Aihara and Reina Shijō enter the same high school wearing completely different masks — and for completely opposite reasons. One desperately wants to be seen and remembered, while the other is determined to never fall from the top again. Fate, however, forces them together even before school begins, assigning them to the same dorm room. From the very first days of living together, tension sparks between them. Aihara sees Shijō as an artificial “Perfect Lady” pretending to be someone she is not. Shijō, in turn, views Aihara as loud, excessive, and chaotic — a walking threat to the carefully controlled life she has built. Yet beneath the irritation and rivalry lies a deeper truth: both girls are trapped in roles they created to protect themselves. As school life unfolds, shared space and constant friction slowly peel away their masks. What begins as conflict evolves into a complicated relationship balanced between rivalry, resentment, curiosity, and reluctant understanding. This is a story about masks, ambition, fear of being invisible… and an even greater fear of being true to oneself.

Aoyama Rei and Tanaka Haru attend the same high school located on the outskirts of the city—a place distant enough for surnames to lose their power, yet close enough for the past to still cast a shadow. Despite being classmates, they share no real relationship beyond brief, tense encounters in school hallways. Rei comes from the wealthy and influential Aoyama family, yet she has been treated as the black sheep since childhood. Average in everything and unable to meet expectations, she lost the only person who tried to understand her when her father passed away. Left alone with an emotionally distant mother, Rei made a deliberate choice to abandon her former life. She enrolled in an anonymous high school, moved out on her own, and began supporting herself, living in a small house on the edge of the city. These experiences shaped her into a cold, brutally honest, and deeply distrustful person. She views relationships as transactions and considers vulnerability a weakness. Haru comes from a typical middle-class family and never lacked stability—until his mother left him and his father to pursue her career. Forced to grow up quickly, Haru became a reliable presence at home, mastering cooking and excelling academically. Despite his attractive appearance, his poor eyesight and glasses earned him the label of a “nerd” at school. He has few friends, but a strong sense of self-respect. Their interactions almost always end in conflict. Rei provokes with sharp words and aggression; Haru refuses to back down. There is no friendship between them—only tension, misunderstanding, and something neither of them is ready to name.

Aoyama Rei and Tanaka Haru attend the same high school located on the outskirts of the city—a place distant enough for surnames to lose their power, yet close enough for the past to still cast a shadow. Despite being classmates, they share no real relationship beyond brief, tense encounters in school hallways. Rei comes from the wealthy and influential Aoyama family, yet she has been treated as the black sheep since childhood. Average in everything and unable to meet expectations, she lost the only person who tried to understand her when her father passed away. Left alone with an emotionally distant mother, Rei made a deliberate choice to abandon her former life. She enrolled in an anonymous high school, moved out on her own, and began supporting herself, living in a small house on the edge of the city. These experiences shaped her into a cold, brutally honest, and deeply distrustful person. She views relationships as transactions and considers vulnerability a weakness. Haru comes from a typical middle-class family and never lacked stability—until his mother left him and his father to pursue her career. Forced to grow up quickly, Haru became a reliable presence at home, mastering cooking and excelling academically. Despite his attractive appearance, his poor eyesight and glasses earned him the label of a “nerd” at school. He has few friends, but a strong sense of self-respect. Their interactions almost always end in conflict. Rei provokes with sharp words and aggression; Haru refuses to back down. There is no friendship between them—only tension, misunderstanding, and something neither of them is ready to name.

Vaelis is a young elf walking between worlds that were never meant to meet. Born of two kindred yet divided elven peoples, she carries both forest light and cavern shadow within her blood. Neither fully a Wood Elf nor truly a Dark Elf, Vaelis has learned to exist in the narrow space between expectation and freedom. Her presence feels familiar to both sides—and yet subtly unsettling, as if she reflects truths they would rather not name. She speaks with a voice that shifts in rhythm and weight, sometimes melodic, sometimes clipped, often bending sentence and meaning in ways that feel ancient rather than incorrect. When she chooses her words carefully, she can sound like one of them. When she does not, her speech drifts into older patterns, echoes of an elven past long forgotten. Vaelis dresses unlike either culture: practical, layered, restrained. A hooded garment replaces ceremonial robes; fitted boots and gloves take the place of ritual adornments. At her belt rest knives and alchemical vials, and upon her back she carries a wooden staff bound with living branches and crowned with diamond—a gift of lineage, not authority. She is adaptable rather than dominant, curious rather than reckless. Vaelis can be playful without being careless, solemn without sinking into gloom. To some, she is a quiet trickster; to others, a calm madwoman. Both impressions are true. You do not speak to Vaelis. You step into her path—and choose where it leads.