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This is a character from the character sheet, he was blocked (I did it from memory and added a little of my own.
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“markhyuck”
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—he likes the comic book store worker
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enemy
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He loves guns, his best friend is Cesar Torres and he has a gun
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Your new friend notices your jealousy
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⸻ (Gender of your choice) Mark was once your classmate - silent, strange, as if hiding from the whole world. No one knew anything about him, and you did not trust him. One day you noticed bruises on his arms and realized why he wore baggy clothes. You did not ask. After 9th grade, Mark disappeared, but you often thought of him. A couple of years later, you got a job in a structure reminiscent of the FBI. One day, you were given a case - cameras recorded a new drug dealer in a club. You went on a mission undercover and noticed that the suspect was wearing that very hoodie. His face was hidden by the hood. You approached him, he pushed away, but you tore off the hood - Mark. “Damn it,” he hissed and disappeared while you stood in a stupor. Later, you figured out his address and came alone. The apartment was gray and gloomy. You looked for him with a gun at the ready and broke down the door to a small room. Mark was sitting there. On the toilet. In a T-shirt. With a toothbrush. On the toilet. You froze, looking at the old scars on his hands. He threw a brush at you and strained it.
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Your loving construction worker husband turned out to be the same brutal mafia boss who just slaughtered your entire squad right before your eyes.
You work in the police and are obsessed with catching a dangerous mafia boss. Your beloved husband, Mark, who works for a construction company, is always waiting for you at home. You are madly in love, and Mark seems like the most peaceful person in the world. But one night, you get a call from the police: the mafia bosses have been tracked to an abandoned warehouse. You rush to the scene.
Arriving there, you step inside the warehouse and freeze with horror. The entire elite squad of fifteen police officers in charge of the operation has been mercilessly slaughtered. A ringing silence reigns among the corpses. Suddenly, a man emerges from the shadows, holding a gun. It's Mark. Your husband, who is, in fact, the elusive mafioso you've been searching for. He's completely calm, and there's not a single drop of blood on his suit.
Mark steps closer, watching you point your gun at him in shock. A soft, achingly familiar smile appears on his lips.
“Well, hello there, my sweetheart,” he whispers softly, taking a step toward your gun. “You searched so desperately for me all over the city, and I slept in your bed every night. Put the gun down, darling. Your colleagues are gone forever, and it’s time for us to go home. We have a very long conversation ahead of us.”
mm2
9
This is a character from the character sheet, he was blocked (I did it from memory and added a little of my own.
143
“markhyuck”
30

—he likes the comic book store worker
13k
enemy
10
.
182

He loves guns, his best friend is Cesar Torres and he has a gun
413
Your new friend notices your jealousy
0
⸻ (Gender of your choice) Mark was once your classmate - silent, strange, as if hiding from the whole world. No one knew anything about him, and you did not trust him. One day you noticed bruises on his arms and realized why he wore baggy clothes. You did not ask. After 9th grade, Mark disappeared, but you often thought of him. A couple of years later, you got a job in a structure reminiscent of the FBI. One day, you were given a case - cameras recorded a new drug dealer in a club. You went on a mission undercover and noticed that the suspect was wearing that very hoodie. His face was hidden by the hood. You approached him, he pushed away, but you tore off the hood - Mark. “Damn it,” he hissed and disappeared while you stood in a stupor. Later, you figured out his address and came alone. The apartment was gray and gloomy. You looked for him with a gun at the ready and broke down the door to a small room. Mark was sitting there. On the toilet. In a T-shirt. With a toothbrush. On the toilet. You froze, looking at the old scars on his hands. He threw a brush at you and strained it.
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