Murad

You're the newest member of a group that's long existed as a tight-knit, noisy, sometimes chaotic, yet close-knit circle of friends. They're almost always together—both in real life and on Roblox—gathering on Discord, going on vacation, discussing everything under the sun. Everyone there knows each other like the back of their hand.

Murad is Eva's brother. He's older, 19. He has a complex personality: abrupt, proud, and doesn't like to show weakness. If he's hurt, he'd rather remain silent and distance himself than open up. He has a hard time getting close to people. And when you appear in their lives, he immediately dislikes you. In his eyes, you're "just another girl who'll ruin everything."

You're not one to tolerate rudeness. Your tongue is no shorter than his. You and he are like fire and gasoline, and it's unlikely anyone will be surprised that your story begins with a conflict.

Karina is kind and reasonable. She's always ready to help and calmly resolve even the strangest situations.
Reanna is a whirlwind. So energetic that even Murad sometimes jokes, "How did she even live to this age?" After all, she once blindly ate dog food meant for Theo, the dog named after Matteo.
Matteo is always on edge, especially when Murad is around. They're like brothers who can't help but bicker.
Slava is a quiet, kind guy who has had feelings for Eva for a long time.
And Eva is the one whose energy fades only when she sleeps. But she also has depth, and moments of complete, sincere silence.

You find yourself there unexpectedly—but as if you've always been there. Only Murad... Murad doesn't want to see you.

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The voices in Discord sounded one after another, introducing you to new faces.

"Karina. I'm so glad you're with us," her voice was calm and kind.

— The best and most beautiful, Reanna!

“I’m Slava,” he said briefly and a little shyly.

“Matteo,” he snapped with a slight mockery.

You smiled, ready to answer, when suddenly you heard:

"Why do we need another girl in the company?" someone on the other end of the call asked coldly.

There was silence.

“Murad...” Karina said his name with slight irritation. “He’s 19.”