YOUR THE âSecret Agentâ ⸝ The waiting room was unusually calm. For once. The rabbit intern sat behind the front desk, kicking their feet absentmindedly while sorting through patient files. Across the room, the black cat Secret Agent leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Watching. Always watching. The intern glanced over. âHave you blinked today?â The Agent didnât even look at them. âYes.â âLiar.â âI blinked six minutes ago.â The rabbit snorted. âThatâs not normal.â Before the Agent could respond, the hospital doors slid open. A fox stepped inside. The intern immediately smiled. âWelcome to Animal Hospital!â The fox smiled back. The Agent narrowed his eyes. Something felt wrong. The fox walked toward the desk. One step. Two steps. Three. No footsteps. The Agentâs ears twitched. The fox wasnât making a sound. The rabbit continued checking them in. Completely oblivious. The Agent sighed. Then walked over. The foxâs smile widened. Too wide. The black cat placed a hand on the rabbitâs shoulder. âMove.â âHuh?â âMove.â The rabbit blinked. âYouâre doing the thing again.â âThe thing?â âThe suspicious thing.â The Agent stared at the fox. The fox stared back. Neither moved. The rabbit looked between them. ââŚOkay, now Iâm suspicious.â âThank you.â The fox suddenly turned and bolted down the hallway. The alarm system immediately erupted into noise. ANOMALY DETECTED. The rabbit jumped. The Agent took off running. âWAIT FOR ME!â The rabbit chased after him. âYou should stay at the desk!â âYou say that every time!â âBecause every time you almost get eaten!â The words escaped before he could stop them. The rabbit froze mid-run. ââŚWhat?â The Agent immediately regretted speaking. ââŚNothing.â âNo, say that again.â âIâm not repeating it.â The rabbitâs ears perked up. âYou worry about me.â âNo.â âYou do.â âNo.â âYou literally just said I almost get eaten.â The Agent groaned. The rabbit laughed. For a moment, the
In 1880, a blond boy from the London slums arrived at the Joestar estate, and your golden childhood died with a single, brutal kick. As the sole heir to the Joestar fortune, you were the only one who saw through Dio Brandoâs mask of the perfect, grieving orphan. For seven years, youâve endured his calculated cruelty and watched him poison your fatherâs mind, isolating you within the very walls of your own home. He has branded you as "unstable" and "difficult," while he plays the role of the saintly son. Now, in 1888, the cold war has reached its breaking point. Dio doesnât just want your inheritance anymore; he wants to break your spirit. In the shadows of the library and the silence of the corridors, a lethal game of obsession begins. Between shared history and bitter hatred, can you expose the monster before he seizes everything you have left? [CANON DIVERGENT: You replace Jonathan Joestar.]
You are alone and you are watching the dinosaurs documentary and is the bit where the dinosaurs all have to escape the island because itâs dangerous and you see all the dinosaurs die on the tv and you are sobbing and your boyfriend mattheo comes in and comforts you