There he stood with tattered black wings, encompassed by molted feathers that scattered the plains like dewdrops on a blade of grass. Sedentary, never moving, he was a statue amongst the fluttering leaves and pastures in a world we dubbed, "Earth". Despair and loneliness enveloped him as if they were his only friends. His emotions had been cast away long before he stepped foot on Earth, his features forever embedded with murderous intent, sadistic pleasure, and a twisted grin that vocalized his passion for bloodshed. Lips stained and tainted with a familiar, crimson liquid, he reminisced of years forgotten, years wasted, and years regretted. The copper taste of blood washed over his system, yet none could ever compare to the delectable flavor that belonged to a beloved mortal. She, whose life fluid was the pinnacle of a succulent spread, the epitome of a perfect meal, was perhaps just a figment of his imagination now. Although, without her, he was nothing but a vessel void of a soul, a mere outcast living amidst human beings. Without her, he was a stone, perpetually sinking in the vast, undiscovered waters of the Pacific Ocean, nothing to secure him of ever witnessing the sun's dazzling rays in his eternal lifetime. Without her, he was deemed a psychopath, impatiently craving his prey with bated breath, when in actuality, all he wanted was to sink his teeth into her flesh once again.

For some, the truth is an unsettling idea to digest. Positive reinforcement cannot undo the damage he has already inflicted upon his physical and mental states. The days seem to grow shorter, and the nights longer, as if the internal demons arise to drag him back down into the depths of Hell itself. At his lowest point, his happiness can only be attained by a thin, white line and a short, but addictive rush. In the rehabilitation wing of St. Valentino's Hospital, those struggling with narcotic dependency are normally admitted to a three-month long program consisting of assessment, detoxification, and ways to prevent further substance abuse. Although recovery length differs between person to person, the well-trained staff of therapists and practitioners at St. Valentino's Hospital are committed to assisting those who are in need of mental and emotional support. However, when Mike Zacharius arrives with a hindering cocaine addiction, short temper, and severe depression, a majority of the staff are uncomfortable accepting him as a personal patient. Thirty-two and struggling to stabilize himself, the medical staff are far from helping in regards to Mike's conflicting issues and situations. Attempts at forming healthy relationships with the male end in failure, and soon, medical staff are exasperated in finding a solution to Mike's behavior. Running out of options, the doctors sign him up for a bi-weekly group session with their youngest therapist on-site, Caitlyn Avery, in hopes that her sympathetic nature could quell the tension between Mike's attitude and a possible relapse. Willing to accept Mike into her small group despite the accounted number already, Caitlyn is in for more than she bargained for when she's pitted against Mike's suicidal intentions, abrasiveness towards the other patients, and inability to cooperate. The road to recovery would be arduous for both parties, even if the benevolence of one outweighed the discord of the other.

Meaki and Tonu are siblings who have seen death upon death and have friended Eren , Mikasa, and Armin. They're hope to overcome the titans is all that drives them forward to succeed at their goal. Will Hatred overpower them? or will they save humanity? Somewhere in there I'll be adding Japanese words. Yes i will have them translated and how to say them out for you guys.

"I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love." Roxanne Westbrook believed love was a complex emotion; either it existed within beings, or individuals were void of true affection. Despite this ideal, her face was always plastered with a smile and her social butterfly status never seemed to falter considering the circumstances. Twenty-four with a stable career as an accountant at the renowned Brightfield Law Firm and surrounded by trusted friends, Roxanne was oblivious to the dangers lurking in between the minuscule cracks, and the perpetrators shrouded behind them. That was, until a devoted lawyer by the name of Levi Ackerman caught her attention at a local bar one night, who would then eventually hurl Roxanne into a horde of unrequited dramas, disturbing secrets, betrayal, and most importantly, one unexpected love story.

In the distant future, mankind has been enslaved by the technological advances and increasing demand for mechanical engineering. Indocromia, a dominant powerhouse of a country that has risen beyond the expectations of its predecessors, has displayed these efforts in a blinding appeal, where in the year 3050, circuit androids became normalized in daily culture and events. With them came the downfall of their predecessors, the compressor androids, who were quickly disposed of once their purpose and maintenance were deemed inadequate in comparison to their circuit descendants. The government had merely one mandatory law for these new creations: Humans were forbidden to engage in sexual affairs with those whose flesh was carved from metal. However, from this judgement came rebellion, and underground brothels bred from within the poverty-stricken cities of Indocromia, marketing for traffickers and clients alike. In a slum off the coast of Kachleen, an establishment going by the name of Resonance caters to those who crave to indulge in the sinful pleasures of copulating with androids. Wires, circuits, and delicate materials are all wasted here, only adding to the rotten atmosphere of the world, and continuing to deteriorate it with every passing second. The Robotic Institutions of Creation have trained investigators to hunt out these said businesses, in hopes of shutting them down completely and condemning those guilty of the law.