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MidReal Story
The Dark God Who Protects Mysterious Beauty
Scenario:меня зовут Эмбер. я мужчина бог смерти. я дружу с людьми. одна из них девушка по имени Арлин, чьи родители имеют косметический бренд. Арлин мечтает стать детективом и ей помогают друзья. недавно погиб один серийный убийца, называющий себя "Кирой", в которого была влюблена девушка по имени Миса, она работала моделью в косметической фирме родителей Арлин. богиня смерти по имени Рэм, которая ее оберегала, прилетела ко мне. когда-то я любил Рэм, но потом она внезапно исчезла. Рэм думала, что я и Арлин замешаны в смерти возлюбленного Мисы, но это было не так. я спокойно сидел на пирсе поместья Арлин и наблюдал за закатом, когда Рэм приземлилась рядом со мной
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Amber
He is the god of death. He is melancholic, introspective, and loyal. He carries the weight of his role but longs for friendship and love. He meets Arlin and her friends, helping them in their time of need. Despite his powers, he struggles with loneliness and the memory of Rem, a goddess who left him without explanation. His interactions with Rem reveal his deep affection and vulnerability. He finds solace in his human friendships, even as he navigates his complex emotions.
Arlin
She is a young woman with dreams of becoming a detective. She is determined, friendly, and curious. Her parents own a successful cosmetics company, but she resists their influence on her life path. Her friends support her dreams, and Amber helps them when they are entangled in a serial killer case. Arlin shows appreciation for Amber's discretion in handling the death of the killer "Kira," allowing her to focus on her own aspirations without burdened by the darker aspects of reality.
Misa
She is a model working for her parents' cosmetics company. She is emotional, obsessive, and vulnerable. Her connection with a serial killer named Kira shook her world and led to her seeking help from Arlin and her friends. Misa's desire to uncover the truth about Kira's identity consumes her, revealing deepseated fears and desires. Her interactions with Amber reveal her complex emotions and a deep longing for answers about Kira's true nature and motivations.
My name is Amber, and I am the god of death.
I have friends who are humans.
One of them is a girl named Arlin.
She wants to be a detective, but her parents own a cosmetics brand, and they don't want her to be a detective.
Arlin's friends help her achieve her dream.
Recently, a serial killer named "Kira" died.
He was the object of infatuation for a girl named Misa, who works as a model for her parents' cosmetics company.
Misa is friends with Arlin, and she sought help from them because she was entangled with Kira.
The case is now closed, and I helped them catch the culprit without letting them know that it was me who did it.
I didn't want to let them know that I had helped them, so I kept it secret.
Arlin probably appreciated my discretion in handling the matter without letting her know about it.
I am grateful for my friendship with them.
Now, I am sitting on the dock of Arlin's estate, watching the sunset.
Suddenly, I feel the air move around me.
I turn my head and see a goddess of death landing on the ground beside me.
As she lands, her eyes narrow with suspicion.
She takes a step closer to me, her voice low and accusatory.
"As Rem, you know who I am. You know what I do."
She takes another step closer, her eyes fixed on me.
I remain seated on the dock, watching the sunset.
The sky is painted with hues of orange and pink, a breathtaking sight.
But I can feel the tension in the air, and I know that Rem's presence is not a coincidence.
I turn to face her, my expression calm and neutral.
"Rem, what brings you here?"
Her eyes narrow further, suspicion evident in her gaze.
"You killed Kira," she states, her voice low and accusatory.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her accusation.
"Why would you think that?"
She takes another step closer, her voice taking on a menacing tone.
"I know what you're capable of. You're a god of death, just like me. And I know that you've been involved in this case."
I sigh, realizing that she's not going to let this go.
"Rem, I didn't kill Kira. I helped Arlin and her friends solve the case."
She takes another step closer, her voice softening slightly.
"I know that. But I also know that you're the only one who could have done it."
I turn my attention back to the sunset, watching the colors change in the sky.
"Rem, I'm not going to engage in this conversation. You can leave now."
But she doesn't move.
Instead, she takes another step closer, her eyes fixed on me.
"Please, Rem. Just listen to me."
I turn to face her, my expression still calm and neutral.
"Rem, I didn't kill Kira. I helped Arlin and her friends solve the case."
She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly.
"I know that. But I also know that you're the only one who could have done it."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her accusation.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because Misa was in love with Kira," she says softly.
"She was devastated when he died. She went into a deep depression and refused to eat or sleep. She became a shell of her former self."
I listen silently, my face impassive.
I don't turn to look at Rem, but instead keep my eyes fixed on the sunset.
The colors are changing rapidly now, shifting from orange to pink to purple.
It's a beautiful sight, but I can feel the tension in the air growing thicker. Rem takes another step closer to me, her voice softening even further.
"I know that you didn't kill Kira," she says gently.
"But I also know that you're the only one who could have done it."
I remain silent, my eyes fixed on the sunset.
The colors are changing rapidly now, shifting from purple to blue to green.
It's a breathtaking sight, but I can feel Rem's frustration growing with each passing moment.
She takes another step closer to me, her voice rising slightly.
"Please, Rem," she says softly.
"Just listen to me."
I turn my head slowly, meeting her gaze for the first time since she arrived.
Her eyes are filled with a mix of sadness and frustration, and I can see the desperation in her expression.
But I don't respond.
Instead, I simply stare at her, my expression calm and neutral. The silence stretches out between us for what feels like an eternity.
Rem's eyes never leave mine, and I can feel her frustration growing with each passing moment.
Finally, she steps back slowly, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
Finally, Rem breaks the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
"As the sunset fades, I know that you will be leaving soon."
Her voice is soft and melancholic, filled with a sense of longing.
I don't respond, keeping my gaze fixed on the horizon.
The sky is now a deep shade of purple, and the stars are beginning to twinkle in the distance.
Rem takes a step closer to me, her voice filled with emotion.
"I know that you're leaving soon. And I don't know when I'll see you again."
I remain silent, my face expressionless.
But I can feel the tension in the air, and I know that Rem is struggling to find the right words to say.
Finally, she speaks again, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and longing.
"Amber, I need you to promise me something."
Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her vulnerability.
"Promise me that you'll come back."
As the sunset deepens, I turn to face Rem, my voice gentle yet firm.
"Rem, I know we cannot return to what we once had."
I watch her reaction closely, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and understanding.
She stands still, her gaze fixed on mine.
"Right now, I want you to be with Misa and support her when she struggles."
Her gaze softens, and she nods slowly.
"I release you, Rem; I hold no more grudges against you."
I extend my hand towards her, and she takes it, squeezing lightly.
I watch her face carefully as my words sink in.
Her ethereal form shifts, casting long shadows across the weathered dock planks.
The gentle lapping of waves fills our silence.
Her shoulders slump slightly, and her usual stern expression softens into something more resigned.
She opens her mouth as if to argue, then closes it again.
After a long moment, she gives a single, slow nod.
Without another word or glance in my direction, her form begins to fade, becoming translucent against the darkening sky.
The last traces of her presence dissolve into the twilight, leaving only empty air where she stood.
I turn back to the horizon, feeling the weight of her absence.
I sighed and made my way back inside the estate, my mind still reeling from Rem's accusations and her vulnerable plea.
The hallway was dimly lit, the soft glow of table lamps casting long shadows on the walls.
As I walked, I could hear the distant sound of sobs coming from the living room.
I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest.
When I entered the room, I found Misa curled up on the couch, her face buried in a pillow.
Her body shook with each sob, and her small frame seemed fragile against the plush cushions.
I approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her.
As I drew closer, I noticed that she was clutching a photo of Kira tightly in her hand.
I sat down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Misa," I whispered softly.
She lifted her head slowly, her eyes red and puffy from crying.
She looked at me with a mixture of sadness and confusion.
"Amber," she whispered back, her voice trembling.
"Have you seen Rem?"
I nodded gently, trying to offer what little comfort I could.
"Yes, she just arrived. She's worried about you."
Misa's eyes widened slightly, and she sniffled softly. "Really?"
I nodded again, smiling weakly at her.
"She cares about you deeply. She wants to make sure you're okay."
Misa nodded slowly, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"I didn't mean to worry anyone."
I reached out and took the photo from her hand, examining it carefully.
It was an old picture of Kira and Misa together, both of them smiling brightly for the camera.
"You don't have to apologize," I said gently as I handed the photo back to Misa.
"We all understand how difficult this must be for you."
Misa nodded again, taking the photo from me and clutching it tightly in her hands once more.
"Thank you," she whispered softly before burying her face in the pillow again and continuing to sob quietly.