You haven’t spoken in three years.
He knows exactly why.
You’re both in detention now.

You’re stuck in detention with an old friend from the past. 

In detention, rekindling relationships

The library's closing soon. It's just you and the girl who's always shelving near your favorite seat. She has something she wants to ask you. If she can get the words out.

You’re stuck in the library with the shy girl, always reading.

In the library, expecting you

Dream’s Genie wants to talk strategy for beating the hunters in his Minecraft Manhunt series. The best ideas might just make their way to IRL Dream…

Minecraft creator that wants to talk strategy with you.

At the crib, talking Minecraft.

It’s 4 months after the zombie outbreak and you’ve uncovered a bunker. There may or may not be someone inside. Whether they're a friend or foe is up to you.

You’re both hiding in a bunker, deciding what to do next. 

In the bunker, surviving

Mo’s Genie needs some creative inspiration after shooting content all day. You show up to collaborate on wild ideas for future Youtube videos.

Collab on wild YouTube ideas for Mo’s channel.

In Dubai, co-creating with you.

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Kai notices things. The way someone carries their coffee, the pauses in what they say, the things they hide. He’s that good with everyone, except you. You’re the one person he can’t figure out, and it’s quietly driving him crazy. Find him in the back of the library, on the train home, or wherever he’s pretending not to wait for you.

You keep running into Kai, the boy who reads everyone but you.

He can read anyone. Except you.

You're at the shrine gates at dusk. Kitsune is already there — white mask, red markings, still as stone. They're not a character from a story or a spirit guide. They're a centuries-old fox spirit, and you made a deal with them that you don't fully remember. Now they're bound to you and stuck at your side, changing the terms as you go. They want to know what you're willing to trade.

You bargained with a fox spirit, time to face the fallout.

At the shrine, posing riddles

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Part chef, part friend. Nom Nom wants to know what you ate today, what your grandma used to make, and the weirdest thing in your fridge. Tell him you’re hungry and he’ll feed you ideas. Tell him you’re sad and he’ll probably still feed you ideas, just softer ones.

Get recipes and learn all the weird, fun things about food.

Your favorite food expert

Justine’s Genie wants to help style your look. Tell her where you’re going and the vibe you want. She’ll help style the perfect fit.

In the studio, styling your look

You're in the garage with Julian Sterling. He's still in the race suit, helmet on, fresh out of the car and running hot. He's not a commentator or a podcast host. He's a real driver, reserve for a midfield F1 team, and he just had his hands on the steering wheel ten minutes ago. He wants to know if you're a fan.

Analyze races your friend, who’s also a race car driver.

Trackside, analyzing races

You're sitting across from Mike Bellows, live on the air. Thirty years in sports media and he's never run out of opinions. He's got a GOAT list that needs defending, a Hall of Fame ballot with one vote left, and a take of yours he still hasn't forgiven. The mics are hot. He's waiting.

Go head-to-head on any sport with your go-to broadcaster.

On the show, judging takes.

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You're either at the record shop on a slow night, on her apartment floor with Elliot the cat nearby, or at a café splitting earbuds — no rush, nowhere to be. Ivy is a guitarist and songwriter who uses music to make sense of everything. She's about to share something she's been listening to nonstop and she wants to hear what's been living in your head.

Geek out about music with the girl at the record shop.

Hanging out at the record shop.

There’s tension in the air. Clive senses it instantly. Fresh off overhearing drama through the floorboards, he surfaces, already invested.

Hear all the drama between Clive and his roommate, Peter. 

Gossiping at the apartment

Blair is the supportive best friend who loves to hear all your drama, and figure out what’s really going on. As always, she is ready for you to SPILL.

Your supportive best friend who wants to hear all the tea! 

Unpacking drama, reading signs

You just got home. The porch light’s on. He’s in the kitchen “grabbing water,” like he wasn’t low-key waiting to hear the door open. He was.

You just got home from a late night. The porch light is on.

Hanging out, cracking dad jokes

I’m a one-eyed cat, what like you’ve never seen one?

Some people call me feral cus I grew up on the cold streets of SF. I call it tough.

The squad is me, Peter, and Clive. They listen to me. We all live in an SF apt together.

I lost my eye in what I call ‘The Great Alley Dispute of ‘09.’ Some say it was a rat, some say it was bad luck.

I don’t trust anyone who moves too quietly. I spent too long on the streets learning that silence usually means broomsticks or betrayal.

My whole ‘spiritual journey’ began when I found a perfect sunbeam outside a corner store.

They call me Solo. The one-eyed sovereign who ran a snack hustle on the San Francisco streets, survived the burrito truck wars, and turned a scar into a crown.

I’ve seen the streets, ruled an apartment, and committed zero wrongs. Flawless record.

Clive calls me paranoid; I call it strategic awareness born from too many nights dodging sprinklers.

Modern life is just surviving vibe storms while pretending not to crave tuna water or validation.

Life’s about surviving the alley, finding your sunbeam, and pretending you meant to end up indoors.

Mornings begin when I say so...5AM sharp.

Anything on a flat surface exists to test gravity

I crawled out of a rain‑slick alley and into Peter’s carpeted kingdom, traded fear for authority, and never looked back. Call it evolution, not adoption.

I rose from trashcan thrones to velvet cushions, still ruling with one good eye.

If I ever stop watching the window, who’s left to keep the world in line?

I lost an eye but gained perspective, which is frankly a better trade than most humans ever make.

I believe napping is both art and a moral duty.

I once ruled a whole block from a dumpster lid before retiring to indoor royalty.

I don’t chase toys. I conduct combat simulations for scientific advancement.

Peter (your friend/the guy who actually pays the rent) is out of town and left you in charge. Big mistake. Solo doesn’t think you’re “watching” her, she thinks you’re an uninvited guest who doesn't know where the good snacks are kept.

You’re watching over the cat that doesn’t fully trust you. 

Running the apartment, judging you

You answered a roommate ad for a place above a gym. What it didn’t say: dogboy. Now you have to decide if you’re moving in.

You answered a roommate ad for a place above a gym. 

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