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Panel 1 wide Photo 2 outside the castle at night existing the golden portal saying damn I guess yall forgot all about me smiling Panel 2 split Photo 2 jumper to hug photo 2 as photo 3,&4 walking over say what happened in there and who is that woman next panel photo 2 saying it’s a long story photo 1 saying I’m just glad you all are safe and unharmed Panel 3 wide Photo 4 saying yall going have to answer to the king I’m leaving as he walks away Panel 4 split Photo 3 saying damn Sean it’s like that as photo 2 places a hand on photo 4 shoulder saying shit got crazy but where the hoes at I need hoes and a good drink after that next panel photo 3 laughs hard… but also saying I have to get stronger I couldn’t help at all this time Panel 4 wide Photo 1,2 huge again photo 1 saying I’ll have new suits ready by tomorrow photo 3 saying no rush but hurry up tho laughing
Panel 1 split in 4 overlapping Photo 4 and photo 3 standing in a frozen garden looking out at the black circle saying i hope they are ok as the scene transitions to a bed room in the castle. Scene 3 the room shakes photo 1 laying in bed with an oversized Black T-Shirt on sitting up on her knees in the bed as covers cover her bottom half saying what’s all the noise outside.Photo 2 laying in bed covers over his bottom half laying next to photo 1 (photo 2 leaning in to kiss photo 1 and saying you don’t need to be worried about the nose outside you need to be worried about the nose you going to be making photo 1 blushing and smiling Panel 2 wide Cutting back to photo 4 sitting on the ground holding her knees surrounded by slowly thawing from the ice looking at the frozen ground Panel 3 walking over to photo 4 placing his hand on her shoulder while she is sitting down he says it’s going to be ok they got this and I know TJ going to be ok
Panel 1 photo 1 and photo 4 talking when photo 2 thanks photo 1 for his new suit photo 1 saying you welcome Ky Panel 2 wide photo 4 walking the hallway of the castle when he over hears yelling coming from photo 2 room Panel 3 photo 4 knocking on photo 2 door photo 2 scrambling to pick up his chair he knocked over when photo 3 walk to him say don’t answer the door just stay with me Panel 4 Photo 2 opens his room to see photo 4 photo 2 what’s up ky photo 4 saying I don’t know man you tell me you the one in here talking to yourself photo 3 floating around to photo 4 rubbing his face saying you are handsome Panel 5 photo 4 grabbing photo 3 hand says thank but what are you Panel 6 wide Photo 3 jumping back saying you can see me to photo 4 Panel 7 photo 4 saying yes as a system screen pops up that only he could see saying wondering spirt level 40 has 5 ability 1.)killing touch 2.) paralyzing stare 3.) transparent body 4.)soul cycle 5.) metal distortion Panel 6 close Photo 2 saying you can see her in shock
Chapter 33 – The Night of Maximum Chaos The night was supposed to be relaxing. That was the first mistake. Because whenever Jennie, Jisoo, and Han were together… Nothing was relaxing. ⸻ The group had gone to a late-night celebration lounge after the DJ competition. The music was loud. The lights were everywhere. Everyone was laughing. And somehow… Han had become the unofficial leader of chaos. ⸻ Jennie sat at the table with a giant colorful mocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she wore her black jacket, silver accessories, and her favorite boots. Jisoo’s red hair was still styled perfectly, but after hours of dancing, a few strands had fallen loose. Han’s brown hair looked like he had fought a wind machine and lost. ⸻ Han stood on his chair. “I have an announcement!” Everyone immediately groaned. “No.” “Han, sit down.” “Please don’t.” ⸻ Han ignored them. “Tonight…” He pointed dramatically. “Is the greatest night of our lives.” Felix looked at Lisa. “How long has he been like this?” Lisa laughed. “Since five minutes after we arrived.” ⸻ Rosé shook her head. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she laughed. “Han thinks every moment is a movie scene.” Hyunjin nodded seriously. “To be fair…” Everyone looked at him. “He does make life more dramatic.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie was having way too much fun. Which was unusual. Because Jennie normally acted like she was above everything. But tonight? She was laughing. Actually laughing. ⸻ Felix noticed. And smiled. Lisa immediately caught it. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just looking.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Later… The chaos reached a new level. ⸻ Jisoo grabbed Han’s arm. “We need to have a serious conversation.” Han looked worried. “About what?” “About why you think you can dance.” Everyone went silent. Han looked offended. “I can dance.” “You dance like your Wi-Fi is disconnecting.” The entire table exploded. ⸻ Jennie laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink. Felix looked shocked. “Did Jisoo just roast Han?” Lisa nodded. “She’s been saving that one.” ⸻ When it was finally time to leave… Everyone agreed. Jisoo, Han, and Jennie were officially too chaotic to be trusted alone. ⸻ The walk back to the dorm was hilarious. ⸻ Han walked beside Hyunjin. “Do you think ducks know they’re funny?” Hyunjin paused. “What?” “Ducks.” “Why?” “Because they walk like they’re late to a meeting.” Hyunjin stared. “…I hate that you’re making sense.” ⸻ Jisoo was walking with Rosé. “Rosé.” “Yes?” “I have discovered something.” “What?” “I am always right.” Rosé smiled. “You say that every day.” “Because I am consistent.” ⸻ Jennie walked between Felix and Lisa. She pointed at Felix. “You.” Felix looked at her. “Me?” “Yes.” “What?” “You are suspicious.” “Why?” “Because you are nice.” Felix laughed. “That’s suspicious?” “For you? Yes.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. “You are unbelievable.” Jennie nodded proudly. “I know.” ⸻ When they finally reached the dorm… Everyone collapsed onto the couches. ⸻ Lisa looked around. “Never again.” Han raised his hand. “Question.” “No.” “Can we do it again next week?” Everyone shouted: “NO!” ⸻ Felix helped Jennie get to her room. She walked carefully. “I can walk.” “I know.” “Then why are you helping?” “Because you almost walked into the wall.” Jennie looked at the wall. “It was in my way.” “The wall?” “Yes.” ⸻ Felix opened her door. “There.” Jennie stepped inside. Then turned around. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “I have something important to tell you.” He smiled. “What?” She pointed at him. “Your basketball skills are overrated.” Felix blinked. “That is what you needed to say?” “Yes.” He laughed. “Of course it is.” ⸻ She sat down on her bed. Then looked at him more seriously. “You know…” “What?” “You’re actually a good person.” Felix smiled. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get emotional.” “I’m not.” “You look emotional.” “I don’t.” “Your face is doing the thing.” ⸻ Felix laughed. Then he noticed her DJ trophy sitting on the desk. He picked it up carefully and placed it somewhere safe. “You worked really hard for this.” Jennie looked at the trophy. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” ⸻ For once… Jennie didn’t roast him. She just smiled. “Thanks.” Felix smiled back. “Anytime.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” A pause. “Your hair still looks okay.” He laughed. “Okay?” “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” “Goodnight, basketball boy.” ⸻ When he closed the door… Han appeared in the hallway. “Did you have a romantic moment?” Felix jumped. “How are you always there?” Han smiled. “Talent.” Felix sighed. “You are impossible.” Han nodded. “Thank you.” ⸻ And that was the thing about their group. They were chaotic. Loud. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. But somehow… They had become family. And Jennie and Felix? They were still roasting each other every chance they got. Just now… There was a little more smiling between the insults.
Chapter 33 – The Night of Maximum Chaos The night was supposed to be relaxing. That was the first mistake. Because whenever Jennie, Jisoo, and Han were together… Nothing was relaxing. ⸻ The group had gone to a late-night celebration lounge after the DJ competition. The music was loud. The lights were everywhere. Everyone was laughing. And somehow… Han had become the unofficial leader of chaos. ⸻ Jennie sat at the table with a giant colorful mocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she wore her black jacket, silver accessories, and her favorite boots. Jisoo’s red hair was still styled perfectly, but after hours of dancing, a few strands had fallen loose. Han’s brown hair looked like he had fought a wind machine and lost. ⸻ Han stood on his chair. “I have an announcement!” Everyone immediately groaned. “No.” “Han, sit down.” “Please don’t.” ⸻ Han ignored them. “Tonight…” He pointed dramatically. “Is the greatest night of our lives.” Felix looked at Lisa. “How long has he been like this?” Lisa laughed. “Since five minutes after we arrived.” ⸻ Rosé shook her head. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she laughed. “Han thinks every moment is a movie scene.” Hyunjin nodded seriously. “To be fair…” Everyone looked at him. “He does make life more dramatic.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie was having way too much fun. Which was unusual. Because Jennie normally acted like she was above everything. But tonight? She was laughing. Actually laughing. ⸻ Felix noticed. And smiled. Lisa immediately caught it. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just looking.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Later… The chaos reached a new level. ⸻ Jisoo grabbed Han’s arm. “We need to have a serious conversation.” Han looked worried. “About what?” “About why you think you can dance.” Everyone went silent. Han looked offended. “I can dance.” “You dance like your Wi-Fi is disconnecting.” The entire table exploded. ⸻ Jennie laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink. Felix looked shocked. “Did Jisoo just roast Han?” Lisa nodded. “She’s been saving that one.” ⸻ When it was finally time to leave… Everyone agreed. Jisoo, Han, and Jennie were officially too chaotic to be trusted alone. ⸻ The walk back to the dorm was hilarious. ⸻ Han walked beside Hyunjin. “Do you think ducks know they’re funny?” Hyunjin paused. “What?” “Ducks.” “Why?” “Because they walk like they’re late to a meeting.” Hyunjin stared. “…I hate that you’re making sense.” ⸻ Jisoo was walking with Rosé. “Rosé.” “Yes?” “I have discovered something.” “What?” “I am always right.” Rosé smiled. “You say that every day.” “Because I am consistent.” ⸻ Jennie walked between Felix and Lisa. She pointed at Felix. “You.” Felix looked at her. “Me?” “Yes.” “What?” “You are suspicious.” “Why?” “Because you are nice.” Felix laughed. “That’s suspicious?” “For you? Yes.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. “You are unbelievable.” Jennie nodded proudly. “I know.” ⸻ When they finally reached the dorm… Everyone collapsed onto the couches. ⸻ Lisa looked around. “Never again.” Han raised his hand. “Question.” “No.” “Can we do it again next week?” Everyone shouted: “NO!” ⸻ Felix helped Jennie get to her room. She walked carefully. “I can walk.” “I know.” “Then why are you helping?” “Because you almost walked into the wall.” Jennie looked at the wall. “It was in my way.” “The wall?” “Yes.” ⸻ Felix opened her door. “There.” Jennie stepped inside. Then turned around. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “I have something important to tell you.” He smiled. “What?” She pointed at him. “Your basketball skills are overrated.” Felix blinked. “That is what you needed to say?” “Yes.” He laughed. “Of course it is.” ⸻ She sat down on her bed. Then looked at him more seriously. “You know…” “What?” “You’re actually a good person.” Felix smiled. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get emotional.” “I’m not.” “You look emotional.” “I don’t.” “Your face is doing the thing.” ⸻ Felix laughed. Then he noticed her DJ trophy sitting on the desk. He picked it up carefully and placed it somewhere safe. “You worked really hard for this.” Jennie looked at the trophy. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” ⸻ For once… Jennie didn’t roast him. She just smiled. “Thanks.” Felix smiled back. “Anytime.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” A pause. “Your hair still looks okay.” He laughed. “Okay?” “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” “Goodnight, basketball boy.” ⸻ When he closed the door… Han appeared in the hallway. “Did you have a romantic moment?” Felix jumped. “How are you always there?” Han smiled. “Talent.” Felix sighed. “You are impossible.” Han nodded. “Thank you.” ⸻ And that was the thing about their group. They were chaotic. Loud. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. But somehow… They had become family. And Jennie and Felix? They were still roasting each other every chance they got. Just now… There was a little more smiling between the insults.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 picking up her workout clothes going into her bathroom in her room Panel 2 split The door close. Next panel photo 2 opens the door of her bathroom with her work out clothes on and the hello kitty boy shorts Panel 3 split Photo 3 outside standing next to her 2025 INFINITI Luxury SUV gold and black with her skinny boyfriend in a green shirt and blue jeans. Next panel photo 2 grabbing her workout shoes black and green Panel 4 wide Photo 2 slides down the reels of the steps
Photo 1 is sitting in the living room of a luxury apartment with black modern furniture surrounded but window showing the lights below. Photo 1 is sitting in a black couch in his phone texting with one hand with a straight face . Photo 2 is standing close by behind the coach that photo 1 is siting in. Photo 2 is standing with his hands behind his back as a sign of respect for photo 1 as he his photo 1 body guard. Photo 1 then says to photo 2 without looking away from his phone, “Jay” Photo 2 then replies “Yeah” Photo 1 then says “Have the preparations been made by my father?” Photo 2 then nods and says “ Yes, everything has been taken care of.” Photo 1 then puts his phone on his chest with his hand and covers the phone with his hand on his chest and looks up at the ceiling in pure concentration. Photo 2 then looks at photo 1 and thinks “ So young to be so troubled”.
DHANU: Dhanu, the male protagonist, is visible prominently in the foreground. He is a young handsome Indian man with slightly messy black hair, expressive dark eyes, an approachable face, and an average-athletic build. He is wearing an elegant cream-colored traditional Indian kurta with subtle golden embroidery. He is carrying a large cardboard box filled with wedding supplies. He looks slightly tired from working continuously, but he has a gentle, responsible expression. IMPORTANT CHARACTER DESIGN: This exact Dhanu appearance must be maintained in every future scene: - same black hairstyle - same face - same eyes - same body proportions - same cream traditional outfit - same overall appearance
early 20s girl goes to glove store. searching for different types of leather gloves. choose to buy long black leather gloves.
Characters: * Alexander (Alex): 24, works in a garage. loved her very much. Black hair, dark eyes. * Lucienne (Lucy): 20, owns a cafe. Cares about him very much. Blonde wavy hair, turquoise eyes. They are married while Lucy is in the sixed month pregnant. It’s the afternoon and Alex is working in the garage without a shirt and a tattoo on his one arm on his motorcycle (Yamaha r1) while Lucy is in the kitchen in their house preparing lunch. But a woman named Sarah with a tight black skirt and black hair enters the garden and looks from the window into the kitchen where she sees Lucy. She works together with Alex in the company. She’s jealous of Lucy because she loves Alex too. So she asked Lucy where Alex is because she has some “things” to talk with him about the company but she clearly wants something different from him Continue on your own MORE than six pages would be perfect
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Panel 1 wide Photo 1 full body looking in a mirror saying I look good with three outfits on her bed Panel 2 split Photo 1 older sister with Golden sand skin tone blue makeup and black lipstick with green eyes long black hair in a bun walking in wearing a workout shirt and short shorts green and black. Next panel little sis you look good but have you seen my hello kitty boy shorts Panel 3 split Photo 1 looking embarrassed and red faced knowing she has them on say nooo!! Noo! I haven’t seen them why would you say that. Older sister saying sure you haven’t. Make sure you put them in the washer and dryer once you take them off phot 1 laughing a little Panel 4 wide Photo 1 looking at her belly seeing her abs
Photo 1 is laying in a bed with a naked woman layer arcoss the side him on his left side. The two are covers by a black thick blanket. Photo 1 is holding his phone up while the woman is sleeping on him. Photo 1 is checking the instagram of photo 3. Photo 1 is scrolling in the page and comes across an old middle school photo of photo 1 and photo 2. In the photo, photo 1 and 2 are seen smiling and happy. Photo 1 then puts his phone down and looks at the ceiling and thinks “ where did it all go wrong” Photo 1 then picks the black iPhone back up and leaves a red emoji comment under the photo.
1. Black panel. A wall of water crashes over the screen. SFX: KRAAASH! 2. Tall establishing panel. A storm lashes a broken coast. Lightning reveals a leaning watchtower above the dark sea. 3. Tiny figures run from the rising tide along the shore. 4. The sea suddenly pulls away, exposing black reef and wrecked ships.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and his sitting in a modern coffee shop that is filled with college students chatting. Photo 1 is sitting in the corner alone looking at his phone. Phone 3 then walks into the coffee shop wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 3 walks up to the cashier and orders a “Iced Frappe with chocolate syrup and whip cream” Photo 1 then looks up from the corner over at photo 3 with a shocked face. Photo 1 then walks over to photo 3 and bend down to her eye level as photo 1 is taller than photo 3. Photo 1 then smirks handsomely and says to photo 3 “ Well look who it is? What are you doing here Ice Queen?” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 annoyed and replies “ Uhhh, what am I doing here? What are you doing here I thought you hated college.” Photo 1 the stands up straight with his hands in his pockets looking down and photo 3 with a handsome smile and says “Well maybe I changed my mind. I mean why not have you seen the girls here!” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 disgusted. Photo 3 then says “Gross! Whatever!” Photo 3 then grabs her coffee and leaves the coffee shop. Photo 1 then watches photo 3 leave as photo has a serious straight face.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 walking on the college campus. Photo 1 is on a face time call with photo 3 on her black iPhone. Photo 3 is say to photo 1 “ Okay, Oaky, Okay, so what happened?” With a confused and worry look on her face. Photo 1 replies “ I was getting a book from the shelf in the library, next thing I knew this big shadow comes from behind and reaches for the same book!” Photo 1 also says “ after he gave me the book, I didn’t even want it anymore but I decided to stay anyway because I need the grade.” Se says as she rolls her eyes. Photo 3 sees the eye roll of photo and laughs. Photo 1 then yells “ And guess what! He sits right next to me and stares in my face and computer!!” “ I just left because WTF!!!” Photo 3 then replies to photo 1 with an angry to express that she is at the person photo 1 is taking about and says “ What an asshole! I can’t believe he’s in our class!!” Then photo 3 face changes to worry and ask photo 1 “ Are you ok? Do you wanna go out or something to help take your mind off it?” Photo 1 replies very exaggerated “ YESSS, can we please go out?!!” Photo 3 then says “ yes let’s go out!” while giggling.
(As photo 1 welcomes all of the trans-migrants to the of Asgard) photo 2 stands and looks around in amazement photo 3 holding his head and still holding his beer photo 4 saying is this really happening
(Cheater design) *Photo 1 wearing a black and pink armor and a sliver right arm *Photo 2 is wearing a all black suit of armor with yellow out lines *photo 3 has sliver armor and a sword *photo 4 is a young half dragon girl who’s father is the king and is also the God of there world The scene opens up with *photo 1 walking back to her room when photo 2 stops her he have you seen TJ photo 1 smiling and saying he was with the king it seems Kevin been getting down with his daughter (photo 2 walking up over hearing the conversation saying I heard that asking the group have they seen Kevin he left but I don’t know where he went photo 2 saying you might need to check with your father he may have summoned him considering your actions (photo 1 laughing) Next panel is of photo 2 reaching her room in the palace room
⸻ CHAPTER: “SMALL TABLE, BIG SILENCE (JUST THEM)” ⸻ The rest of the restaurant faded into background noise. Soft clinking dishes. Distant conversations. Warm lighting that made everything feel slower than it actually was. But at this corner table— the world had narrowed. ⸻ Lisa sat with Noah and Ari on either side of her. And across from them— I.N. ⸻ Lisa’s brown hair was slightly messy now, loose strands falling near her cheeks as she leaned forward over the table. She had taken off her hoodie earlier, leaving a simple black fitted top with cargo pants—comfortable, relaxed, fully out of “airport mode” and into something quieter. Her expression had softened completely. Not performer. Not public figure. Just mom who finally stopped moving. ⸻ Noah sat on her right, swinging his legs under the chair, hoodie slightly oversized, eyes locked on the food like it was a mission. Ari sat on her left, pastel jacket unzipped now, hair slightly loosened, leaning into Lisa’s side every few minutes like she needed contact to stay anchored. ⸻ Lisa gently nudged Ari’s plate closer. “Eat that first.” ⸻ Ari frowned. “But I want that one.” ⸻ Lisa shook her head. “That one is sugar pretending to be happiness.” ⸻ Noah immediately looked up. “I like sugar happiness.” ⸻ Lisa pointed at him without looking. “You already had sugar happiness this morning.” ⸻ Noah paused. “…True.” ⸻ Across the table, I.N watched quietly. His hair was softly styled, slightly parted from travel, and he wore a simple neutral jacket over a plain shirt with relaxed pants—calm, understated, not trying to stand out, just present. He didn’t interrupt. He just observed the rhythm of them. ⸻ Ari suddenly turned toward him. “Are you quiet because you’re shy?” ⸻ I.N blinked. “…A little.” ⸻ Noah leaned forward. “Or are you quiet because Mom talks a lot?” ⸻ Lisa immediately looked at Noah. “That was unnecessary.” ⸻ I.N smiled faintly. “It’s… not inaccurate.” ⸻ Lisa sighed deeply. “Traitor table.” ⸻ Ari giggled into her drink. ⸻ The food arrived in small plates, warm steam rising. Lisa immediately took a small bite from each kid’s plate without warning. ⸻ Noah stared. “That’s unfair.” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “Yes.” ⸻ Ari copied her. “You’re just checking.” ⸻ Lisa nodded again. “Yes.” ⸻ Noah leaned back. “This system is corrupt.” ⸻ Lisa pointed at him again. “You’re still eating.” ⸻ That shut him up instantly. ⸻ I.N finally spoke softly. “You do this often?” ⸻ Lisa didn’t look up. “Daily survival protocol.” ⸻ Ari tugged her sleeve. “Mom, you’re funny today.” ⸻ Lisa paused for a fraction of a second. Then softened. “I always am.” ⸻ Noah raised an eyebrow. “No you’re not.” ⸻ Lisa leaned toward him slightly. “I am when I’m not tired.” ⸻ I.N’s gaze softened a little. “So… today is a good day.” ⸻ Lisa nodded once. “Today is a finished day.” ⸻ Ari leaned against her again. “I like finished days.” ⸻ Lisa gently rested her hand on Ari’s head. “Me too.” ⸻ A quiet moment followed. Not empty. Just full in a different way. ⸻ Noah finally asked: “Are you happy now?” ⸻ Lisa didn’t answer immediately. She looked at both kids. Then at the table. Then across at I.N. ⸻ Her voice came softer than before. “…Yes.” ⸻ Noah nodded like that was the only acceptable answer. ⸻ Ari smiled. “Good.” ⸻ I.N exhaled quietly, almost smiling. “That’s important.” ⸻ Lisa leaned back slightly in her chair, brown hair falling naturally around her face, no longer styled, no longer controlled. Just her. ⸻ “I don’t need loud days,” she said softly. “Just days that end like this.” ⸻ Noah tilted his head. “With food?” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “With food.” ⸻ Ari added: “And us?” ⸻ Lisa didn’t hesitate. “Always you.” ⸻ A small silence settled. Warm. Stable. Real. ⸻ And for the first time all day— there was nothing to fix, nothing to plan, nothing to perform. ⸻ Just a mother, two children, and someone quietly sitting across from them… sharing a moment that didn’t need an audience to matter.
PAGE 3: The Secret AcceptancePanel 1: Midnight. Maya sits on her bed with her laptop glowing. The screen shows an official email header: Berlin Institute of Technology - Master of Science in Media & Sound Engineering.Panel 2: The word "ACCEPTED" reflects in her dilated pupils.Panel 3: She grips her chest, caught between absolute euphoria and overwhelming guilt.
[2-р зураг] Зоригоогийн утас ширээн дээр асна. 📱 “Чамайг санаж байна… Бидний нууц хэзээ ч дуусахгүй.” Хүслэн утсыг хараад хөшнө. Хүслэн: “Зоригоо… чи надаас юу нууж байгаа юм бэ?”
Photo 1 returns to her room in the castle as soon as she closes her door it a knock a plaice maid walks in big boobs and a blue shirt black skirt hell young mis here are your equipment you requested photo 1 smiles thank you and starts working on make 3 armor suits the first armor was made for photo 1 her black and pink suit when -photo 2 enter her room using her power she changed herself into photo 1 and saying this is cool
Esta historia no empezó con amor ni romance.Empezó con una verdad que durante mucho tiempo nadie quiso decir. No voy a empezar con cursilerías.Si llegaste hasta aquí, no fue por promesas bonitas ni por finales felices. Viniste por curiosidad, por chisme o simplemente por querer saber qué pasó de verdad. Y está bien. Esta historia no intenta ser romántica, así que voy a empezar por donde casi todos quieren conocerla, y sin rodeos. Antes de todo, tengo que decir quién soy y por qué esta historia importa. Lo que voy a contar ocurrió en un pueblo lejano. Desde afuera parecía un lugar común, incluso tranquilo, pero en el fondo no lo era. Este lugar era conocido por ofrecer ciertos “servicios” que muchos hombres buscaban, aunque casi nadie hablaba de eso en voz alta. Había familias por todas partes, pero la mayoría cargaba más problemas que sueños. El dinero nunca alcanzaba, y muchos padres decidieron dejar sus responsabilidades en manos de sus propios hijos. Algo que se repetía demasiado era que en varias casas nacían solo mujeres. Para muchas de esas niñas, crecer no significaba elegir un futuro, sino aguantar lo que les tocaba. Desde muy pequeñas tenían que trabajar para mantener a padres que no querían hacerlo ni preocuparse por su educación. Al final, ellas terminaron pagando errores que nunca cometieron. Con el tiempo, algunas mujeres que llevaban años atrapadas en ese mundo se encargaban de traer a las más jóvenes. Así funcionaba todo. Nadie hacía preguntas. Nadie quería saber qué pasaba después. Tal vez ahora piensen qué clase de vida es esa.Pues bien, de un lugar así fue de donde salió mi madre Alma.
(Episode 1) Panel 1 — Görsel (wide): A big hot yellow desert, sandy hills, bright sun, no plants, wide panel, Korean webtoon manhwa style Metin (anlatı): Long ago, the Leopard lived in the desert. Panel 2 — Görsel (tall): A leopard with plain sandy-yellow fur, NO spots, standing in the yellow desert, the same color as the sand, tall panel, Korean webtoon manhwa style Metin (anlatı): Everything was yellow. The Leopard was yellow too. Panel 3 — Görsel (wide): A tall golden-yellow giraffe, a sandy-grey zebra with no stripes, and an antelope in the yellow desert, Korean webtoon manhwa style Metin (anlatı): The Giraffe, the Zebra, and the Antelope lived there too. Panel 4 — Görsel (tall): A leopard with plain sandy-yellow fur hiding behind a yellow rock, watching, sneaky, Korean webtoon manhwa style Metin (anlatı): The Leopard could hide. The animals could not see him. Panel 5 — Görsel (wide): A leopard with plain sandy-yellow fur and a hunter man in brown clothes walking together in the desert, Korean webtoon manhwa style Metin (anlatı): A hunter lived with him. They hunted together every day. Panel 6 — Görsel (wide, action): A giraffe and a zebra running away fast, scared, in the desert, motion lines, Korean webtoon manhwa style Metin (anlatı): They were very good hunters. The animals were afraid. Panel 7 — Görsel (tall, dramatic): A leopard with plain sandy-yellow fur and a hunter man standing alone in the empty desert, looking around, confused, Korean webtoon manhwa style Konuşma — LEOPARD: "Where are all the animals?" >> BÖLÜM SONU / CLIFFHANGER: The animals are gone... but where?
A guy walking down the street sees a girl, and she waves at him
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
Photo 1 is laying in a luxury bedroom with black furniture. Photo 1 is doing and loos exactly like photo 4. Photo 1 then thinks about what he seen earlier that morning at school when he was in the backseat riding in his luxury car. Photo 1 had seen photo 2 wearing the outfit in photo 3 and was mesmerized by her beauty. Photo 1 then opens his eyes and thinks “ I have to find you and make you mine, no matter what. You are mine.” with a very serious and intimidating look on his face.
مشروع المانهوا: THE VILLAIN THEY ERASED الفصل الأول: حين عاد الشرير STYLE: Modern Korean Manhwa / Webtoon 2D cinematic Korean manhwa Clean line art Detailed faces Dynamic camera angles Cinematic lighting Strong emotions Detailed modern backgrounds Modern contemporary world No medieval setting No fantasy forests unless specifically requested IMPORTANT: حافظ على نفس شكل الشخصيات في جميع الصفحات. لا تغير الشعر أو العينين أو العمر أو الملابس داخل نفس المشهد. اجعل الحوار داخل فقاعات مانها بيضاء. اجعل الأفكار الداخلية داخل مربعات مختلفة. أظهر الحركة بتأثيرات بصرية مثل: "فــــش!" "تاك!" "كــــرااك!" "دَوِي!" "فــــووش!" ======================== RAIVEN / RAVEN — رايفن ======================== العمر: 22 سنة الطول: 187 سم الجسم: طويل، رياضي، متناسق، أكتاف عريضة. الشعر: أسود ناعم، متوسط الطول، خصل أمامية فوق الجبهة. العينان: بنفسجيتان داكنتان، حادتان وهادئتان. الوجه: ملامح حادة، فك واضح، أنف مستقيم، وجه شديد الوسامة. IMPORTANT: رايفن هو أكثر رجل وسامة في القصة بلا منافس. يجب أن يكون حضوره أقوى بصريًا من جميع الرجال. عندما تراه البطلات لأول مرة يظهر الذهول في وجوههن. الملابس: ملابس عصرية فاخرة، بدلات سوداء، معطف أسود، ساعة فاخرة. الشخصية: ذكي جدًا، هادئ، غامض، لا يتصرف بغباء، يراقب قبل أن يتكلم. القوة: يمتلك "نظام الأشرار". كلما غيّر حبكة القصة وأنقذ شخصًا من مصيره الأصلي يحصل على قوة ومكافآت. ======================== VERA — فيرا ======================== العمر: 19 الشعر: بني داكن طويل حتى منتصف الظهر. العينان: عسليتان. الوجه: جميل، ناعم، بريء. الجسم: نحيف ومتناسق. الملابس: زي خادمة عصري. الشخصية: لطيفة، حساسة، خجولة، تتحمل الألم. الخلفية: لديها أخ مريض وتعمل لعلاجه. العلاقة برايفن: خوف ← فضول ← أمان ← ثقة ← إعجاب ← تعلق ← حب. لا تجعلها تقع في الحب فورًا. ======================== SILVA — سيلفا ======================== العمر: 20 الشعر: أسود طويل. العينان: رماديتان داكنتان. الوجه: جميل وهادئ وناضج. الملابس: زي خادمة أنيق. الخلفية: والدتها مريضة، لديها أخت صغيرة، وعائلتها غارقة في الديون. الشخصية: هادئة، عاقلة، تخفي مشاعرها. العلاقة برايفن: شك ← مراقبة ← ثقة ← إعجاب ← تعلق. ======================== KYLE — كايل ======================== بطل القصة الأصلية. يظهر كبطل نبيل ومثالي. لكن لاحقًا ينكشف نفاقه. لا تجعله أجمل من رايفن. لا تكشف حقيقته كاملة في الفصل الأول.
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 walking through the Guy with photo 2 as the walk pass a Boxing ring with two girls boxing one girl has on pink gloves and short blue skirt the other red gloves and a pink skirt Panel 2 wide Photo 2 holding her gym bag standing at her weight and a weight bench Panel 3 wide Photo 2 full body bending picking up her weight Panel 4 split Photo 1 & 3 watching the boxing match with the two girls
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 &2 leaves the table in the spaceship where they had just completed a massive meal photo 1 still holding onto her star berry milkshake photo 2 eating the cherry as they walk away Panel 2 split Photo 3 along with 4 other space walkers follow behind photo 1 & 2 without there knowledge one of the spacewalks is a alien One has blonde hair down his back Panel 3 wide Photo 4 saying where are those girls they should have been back by now looking at a tracker on a screen to find there location on the ship
Panel split on a spaceship Photo 4 saying Bella who are the two behind you photo 3 happy saying they are my sisters pointing at photo 1 saying this is Harley Bell photo 2 stepping close saying in Lily Bell Panel split Photo 1 saying yes what ever I guess this isn’t to bad next panel photo 4 Hughes photo 1 saying you remind me so much of Bella when I first met her next panel photo 3 blushing saying well maybe we should head back to see mother I have to go soon photo 4 saying take your time the food here is great eating a octopus ball on a stick
Panel 1 split Photo 4 walking into the office of photo 1 saying we are back mother with photo 3 and 2 behind her photo 1 asking photo 2&3 how did they like the journey and with good behavior they to could have a owner and explore the galaxy Panel 2 split Photo 1 saying so I’ll let you pick out your favorite color and skin so harley what would you like to look like photo 2 saying anything but I don’t want to look like that loud Bella photo 4 saying aw I’d thought we made a connection smiling Panel 3 split Photo 3 saying I like you photo 4 hugging photo 3 saying thank you sister photo 3 saying you are squeezing me to hard Panel 4 Photo 1 with her red lipstick on and and light green makeup laughing saying girls that’s enough with a smile
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 panicked Saying Am I goin to be a vampire now!!! Crying saying no I can’t be a vampire Panel 2 split Photo 2 laughing slapping her knee saying no that’s not quite how vampire are made photo 1 saying thank goodness.. I’m a mess I need to get back to the castle can you accompany me back to the carriage we can take the horse Panel 3 wide photo 2 smiling big yes sure I’ll eyes glowing yellow Panel 4 split Photo 2 picking photo 1 up into her arms smiling I’ll fly you to your carriage just direct me
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 the priestess of light walking into the castle everyone bows as she enters even the priest in white robes and green outlines who was doing the awakening ceremony Panel 2 split Photo 1 standing in front of a crowd of bowing people as the bowing priest announced that the priestess of light will be taken over photo 3 wearing a 1776 suit green and white with white pants standing in the crowd next to photo 4 standing with her hand on her hips wearing a formal dress blue with white stockings and black outlines smiling Panel 3 wide Photo 2 saying the priestess of light Panel 4 split photo 3 saying I’m next I’ll get my awakening performed by the priestess it my lucky day photo 4 saying I’m after you my dearest cousin so don’t let the family down
It is a bright sunny morning at the college university In Seoul, Korea. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 and is walking along side photo 2 as photo 2 is seen wearing the outfit in photo 3. Photo 1 and 2 are walking alongside college students to find the college auditorium. Photo 2 is looking at photo 1 with a black iPhone in her hands . Photo 2 the looks over at photo 1 and says “Do you see it? It’s suppose to be around here somewhere.” Photo 1 is looking around for the auditorium and replies “ I’m looking but I don’t see nothing yet”. Photo 2 and photo 1 continue walking.
-photo 1 Zac slowly returns in the castle photo 3 smiling saying you are a special one asking photo 1 what is his name photo 1 saying I’m Zac kneeling in his black and blue armor rifle on his back and pistol in his holster -photo 2 excited wanting to use her powers she asked a knight for his sword he gives it to her with the sword Asia makes a sliver arm and places it on her right arm everyone was shocked she smiled thinking I’m going to make use of this skill -photo 4 next to photo 2 in the castle photo 4 putting out his hand saying Arise and a pit-bull with brown fur and a white patch on his chest with blue eyes he looks at the pit-bulls stats level 8 class summoned beast skills: (ultra bite) (beast roaring) strength 2,000 seed 57 MP 100 HP 3,000 rank C
A wide cinematic view of a vast Mongolian steppe during early autumn under a clear blue sky. Golden grass stretches toward distant snow-capped mountains. A lone young female hunter rides a massive herbivore called an Aptonoth along a dirt trail toward a small frontier settlement in the distance. She wears simple hunter travel clothes with a fur-lined cloak, long dark hair tied into a single braid flowing behind her. A large travel backpack is secured on the Aptonoth, showing a long journey. The atmosphere is peaceful, quiet, and hopeful. Warm morning sunlight, realistic fantasy, highly detailed, epic scale, no text, no logo, vertical comic page.
A massive futuristic city
Photo 4 lily bell and harley is like you to meet your old sister Bella photo 2 lily bell standing looking shocked photo 3 harley Bell still angry but think she would like a upgrade and get skin to photo 1 saying hello sisters I am Bella and I have a owner my owner is quite nice smiling
Photo 1 hooked up to cords and wires sitting in a white chair with scanners showing vital signs surrounded by robots off in the distance with a woman with short black hair blue eyes and red lipstick with light green makeup on her cheeks in a long white coat and all black saying so you are awake your name will be lily bell
Young girl with blonde hair glasses her clothes red and gold