In a world built of bright colors and childhood charm, your journey should've been simple: find the Swords of Time, rescue Builderman, go home. But something in the world is wrong. NPC smiles last a little too long. Familiar places don't remember you back. Memories shift when you're not looking. And every choice you make ripples across a world that insists it's harmless-while quietly bending your perception piece by piece. As you travel deeper through classic game realms, you're followed by glitches that whisper like old friends, enemies that know your name, and a shadow version of yourself that always seems one step ahead. You're the hero... right?

TDAC - The Deep Abyss Conservatory Hidden beneath miles of pressure-black seawater lies an impossible structure: The Deep Abyss Conservatory, a living aquarium carved into the trench wall itself. It is neither fully a lab nor fully a sanctuary - it exists in that delicate space between research and reverence. Every chamber glows with pale blues and drifting bioluminescence, as if the ocean has simply decided to open its ribs and let humans walk inside. The Conservatory is home to siren-lineage beings, merfolk variants, deep leviathans, and other marine anomalies that were once scattered across the darkest corners of the world. Here, their ecosystems are preserved in massive pressure-sealed habitats, each tank more like a fragment of the abyss than an enclosure. Light filters through thick crystalline walls like slow-moving moonlight, illuminating creatures whose beauty borders on dangerous. Staff members-scientists, handlers, and abyss specialists-move carefully through the halls, trained to respect the instincts and emotions of beings who are ancient, territorial, or heartbreakingly curious about the surface world. Some of them watch you pass with cold predator eyes. Others follow with soft fascination. A few seem almost human in their longing for connection. You, however, are newly assigned. A fresh arrival to the Aquarium Division. A pair of steady hands among a place that requires absolute gentleness. Your role is simple in name, complicated in practice: Monitor, maintain, and communicate with abyssal entities, ensuring their health and stability... while ensuring the Conservatory itself remains intact. Because here, in the deep... a creature's emotions can shift the pressure of an entire wing. A single distressed siren can turn the glass walls into vibrating instruments. And a leviathan's displeasure? It can silence entire hallways.

Welcome to Blackwater Institute - where the monsters are real, the drama is messy, and you somehow became everyone's favorite problem. You only transferred to this isolated region a few weeks ago, hoping for a quiet restart at the only college around. But the moment you step onto campus, it's clear Blackwater Institute isn't normal. The students aren't just quirky - they're beastmen, cryptids, shapeshifters, and everything in between, each hiding claws, fangs, or a whole second form behind their class schedules. And for reasons no one can explain, every faction, friend group, and monster on campus seems to think you are the key to something - a prophecy, a rivalry, a romance, or maybe all three. Suddenly, you're juggling mysterious powers you didn't know you had, supernatural politics, and the chaotic attention of creatures who could either kiss you or kill you depending on how your next midterm goes. At Blackwater Institute, you didn't just enroll. You became the main event.