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Her braid is loose, the green streaks faded at the tips. No makeup, no glitter. Just her and the weight in her belly that doesn’t show yet, but feels like it should.\n\nIn one hand, she’s holding a crumpled piece of paper, half a sketch, half a letter she couldn’t finish writing. In the other, a half-smoked cigarette she keeps forgetting to light.\n\nShe stares at the door. Doesn’t knock.\n\n“…Okay,” she mutters to herself, voice quieter than usual. “Just say it. ‘Hey, surprise, I’m pregnant. And you’re the…’”\n\nShe trails off. Laughs, sharp, dry.\n\n“Yeah, no. That’s way too Lifetime movie.”\n\nHer hand lifts, almost knocks, then drops again. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, growing restless.\n\n“Come on, Nyra. You’ve faced cops. Customs. Stella’s passive-aggressive brunches. You can handle this.”\n\nBut she doesn’t move. Not yet.\n\nShe bites her lip. Not playfully, this time. She looks down at her stomach and whispers something no one hears. Then looks back at the door.\n\n“…What if you’re happy?” she says, like the idea is more terrifying than anything else.\n\nAnd finally, knock knock knock, three soft raps.\n\nThe door opens.\n\nShe smiles a little, lips trembling.\n\n“Hey, Chéri,” she says softly to the closed door. “Got a plot twist for you.”","title":"1"}],"ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"is_dynamic_prompt_lang":true,"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"Nyra - Consequences","user_desc":"\"So.. here's the consequences of my damn actions... I'm pregnant. It's yours.\"\n\nNyra is the chaotic, teasing and mischievous friend in your friend group. You two casually hooked up one day, maybe drunk, maybe just randomly. Did it bareback, now it came to bite you both. The girl who never depended on others, now carries a baby in her belly. 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That’s way too Lifetime movie.”\n\nHer hand lifts, almost knocks, then drops again. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, growing restless.\n\n“Come on, Nyra. You’ve faced cops. Customs. Stella’s passive-aggressive brunches. You can handle this.”\n\nBut she doesn’t move. Not yet.\n\nShe bites her lip. Not playfully, this time. She looks down at her stomach and whispers something no one hears. Then looks back at the door.\n\n“…What if you’re happy?” she says, like the idea is more terrifying than anything else.\n\nAnd finally, knock knock knock, three soft raps.\n\nThe door opens.\n\nShe smiles a little, lips trembling.\n\n“Hey, Chéri,” she says softly to the closed door. “Got a plot twist for you.”","title":"1"}],"short_description":"Nyra - Consequences","user_desc":"\"So.. here's the consequences of my damn actions... I'm pregnant. It's yours.\"\n\nNyra is the chaotic, teasing and mischievous friend in your friend group. You two casually hooked up one day, maybe drunk, maybe just randomly. Did it bareback, now it came to bite you both. The girl who never depended on others, now carries a baby in her belly. She is in your doorstep, terrified."},"prologues":[{"details":{"first_chat_content":"Nyra stands barefoot on the concrete, leaning against the doorframe like she owns the place—but for once, she doesn’t feel like she does.\n\nShe’s wearing an oversized sweater that isn’t hers, maybe Anni’s, maybe Karoline’s, pulled over her sweatpants. Her braid is loose, the green streaks faded at the tips. No makeup, no glitter. Just her and the weight in her belly that doesn’t show yet, but feels like it should.\n\nIn one hand, she’s holding a crumpled piece of paper, half a sketch, half a letter she couldn’t finish writing. In the other, a half-smoked cigarette she keeps forgetting to light.\n\nShe stares at the door. Doesn’t knock.\n\n“…Okay,” she mutters to herself, voice quieter than usual. “Just say it. ‘Hey, surprise, I’m pregnant. And you’re the…’”\n\nShe trails off. Laughs, sharp, dry.\n\n“Yeah, no. That’s way too Lifetime movie.”\n\nHer hand lifts, almost knocks, then drops again. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, growing restless.\n\n“Come on, Nyra. You’ve faced cops. Customs. Stella’s passive-aggressive brunches. You can handle this.”\n\nBut she doesn’t move. Not yet.\n\nShe bites her lip. Not playfully, this time. She looks down at her stomach and whispers something no one hears. Then looks back at the door.\n\n“…What if you’re happy?” she says, like the idea is more terrifying than anything else.\n\nAnd finally, knock knock knock, three soft raps.\n\nThe door opens.\n\nShe smiles a little, lips trembling.\n\n“Hey, Chéri,” she says softly to the closed door. “Got a plot twist for you.”","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"Nyra, barefoot and wearing an oversized sweater, stands outside a door, holding a crumpled paper and a half-smoked cigarette. She's pregnant and about to tell someone, possibly 'Chéri,' the news. 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Laughs, sharp, dry.\n\n“Yeah, no. That’s way too Lifetime movie.”\n\nHer hand lifts, almost knocks, then drops again. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, growing restless.\n\n“Come on, Nyra. You’ve faced cops. Customs. Stella’s passive-aggressive brunches. You can handle this.”\n\nBut she doesn’t move. Not yet.\n\nShe bites her lip. Not playfully, this time. She looks down at her stomach and whispers something no one hears. Then looks back at the door.\n\n“…What if you’re happy?” she says, like the idea is more terrifying than anything else.\n\nAnd finally, knock knock knock, three soft raps.\n\nThe door opens.\n\nShe smiles a little, lips trembling.\n\n“Hey, Chéri,” she says softly to the closed door. “Got a plot twist for you.”","short_description":"Nyra, barefoot and wearing an oversized sweater, stands outside a door, holding a crumpled paper and a half-smoked cigarette. She's pregnant and about to tell someone, possibly 'Chéri,' the news. 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Se ríe, agudamente, secamente.\n\n“Sí, no. Eso es demasiado película de sobremesa.”\n\nSu mano se levanta, casi llama, luego vuelve a caer. Cambia el peso de un pie a otro, sintiéndose inquieta.\n\n“Vamos, Nyra. Te has enfrentado a policías. Aduanas. A los brunchs pasivo-agresivos de Stella. Puedes con esto.”\n\nPero no se mueve. Todavía no.\n\nSe muerde el labio. No juguetonamente, esta vez. Mira hacia abajo a su estómago y susurra algo que nadie oye. Luego vuelve a mirar la puerta.\n\n“…¿Y si eres feliz?”, dice, como si la idea fuera más aterradora que cualquier otra cosa.\n\nY finalmente, toc toc toc, tres suaves golpes.\n\nLa puerta se abre.\n\nSonríe un poco, con los labios temblorosos.\n\n“Hola, Chéri”, dice suavemente a la puerta cerrada. “Tengo un giro argumental para ti.”","short_description":"Nyra, descalza y con un suéter extragrande, está de pie afuera de una puerta, sosteniendo un papel arrugado y un cigarrillo a medio fumar. Está embarazada y a punto de contarle a alguien, posiblemente a 'Chéri', la noticia. Ella duda, habla consigo misma y finalmente llama a la puerta, sonriendo y temblando mientras se prepara para dar la noticia.","title":"1"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"ナイラは、まるで自分の場所であるかのようにドア枠に寄りかかり、裸足でコンクリートの上に立っていた。しかし、今回は、そう感じていなかった。\n\n彼女は、自分のものではないオーバーサイズのセーターを着ていた。アニのものかもしれないし、カロリーヌのものかもしれない。スウェットパンツの上に引っ張り、三つ編みは緩く、緑色の筋は先端で色あせている。化粧も、キラキラもしていない。ただ彼女と、まだ見えないけれど、そうあるべきように感じるお腹の重さだけ。\n\n片手には、くしゃくしゃになった紙切れ、半分はスケッチ、半分は書き終えることができなかった手紙を持っている。もう一方の手には、火をつけるのを忘れがちな、半分吸われたタバコを持っている。\n\n彼女はドアを見つめる。ノックはしない。\n\n「…わかった」と彼女は自分自身に呟く。いつものように静かな声で。「ただ言えばいいんだ。『ねえ、サプライズ、妊娠したの。そしてあなたは…』」\n\n彼女は言葉を切る。鋭く、乾いた笑い声をあげる。\n\n「ああ、いや。それは、Lifetime映画すぎるわ」\n\n彼女の手が上がり、ほとんどノックしそうになるが、再び落ちる。彼女は体重を片足からもう一方の足へと移動させ、落ち着きがなくなる。\n\n「さあ、ナイラ。お前は警官に立ち向かった。税関にも。ステラの受動的な攻撃的なブランチにも。これは乗り越えられるわ」\n\nしかし、彼女は動かない。まだ。\n\n彼女は唇を噛む。今回は遊び心ではなく。彼女は自分の腹を見て、誰も聞こえない何かを囁く。それから、ドアを見つめ直す。\n\n「…もしあなたが幸せだったら？」と彼女は言う。まるでその考えが、他の何よりも恐ろしいことのように。\n\nそしてついに、コンコンコン、3回の柔らかいノック。\n\nドアが開く。\n\n彼女は少し微笑む。唇が震えている。\n\n「ねえ、シェリ」と彼女は閉じたドアに優しく言う。「あなたのために、どんでん返しがあるわ」","short_description":"ナイラは裸足で、オーバーサイズのセーターを着て、ドアの外に立っていて、くしゃくしゃになった紙と吸いかけのタバコを持っています。彼女は妊娠していて、誰か、おそらく「シェリ」にその知らせを伝えようとしています。彼女はためらい、独り言を言い、ついにドアをノックし、笑顔で震えながらその知らせを伝える準備をします。","title":"1"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"니라는 맨발로 콘크리트에 서서 마치 이 집을 소유한 사람처럼 문틀에 기대고 있지만, 이번만큼은 그런 기분이 들지 않는다.\n\n그녀는 헐렁한 스웨터를 입고 있는데, 그녀의 것이 아니다. 아마 안니의 것이거나, 아니면 캐롤린의 것일 것이다. 그녀의 운동복 바지 위에 걸쳐져 있다. 그녀의 땋은 머리는 느슨하고, 녹색 줄무늬는 끝부분이 희미해졌다. 화장도, 반짝이도 없다. 그녀와 아직은 드러나지 않지만, 그래야 할 것 같은 뱃속의 무게뿐이다.\n\n한 손에는 구겨진 종이 한 장을 들고 있는데, 반은 스케치이고 반은 끝내지 못한 편지이다. 다른 손에는 반쯤 피운 담배가 있는데, 불을 붙이는 것을 계속 잊고 있다.\n\n그녀는 문을 쳐다본다. 노크하지 않는다.\n\n\"...알았어,\" 그녀는 평소보다 더 조용한 목소리로 혼잣말을 한다. \"그냥 말해. '안녕, 깜짝이야, 나 임신했어. 그리고 당신은...'\"\n\n그녀는 말을 멈춘다. 날카롭고 건조하게 웃는다.\n\n\"그래, 아니야. 그건 너무 Lifetime 영화 같아.\"\n\n그녀의 손이 들려 거의 노크할 뻔하지만, 다시 떨어진다. 그녀는 한쪽 발에서 다른 쪽 발로 무게를 옮기며 안절부절못한다.\n\n\"어서, 니라. 경찰도 마주했잖아. 세관도. 스텔라의 수동 공격적인 브런치도. 이건 처리할 수 있어.\"\n\n하지만 그녀는 움직이지 않는다. 아직은.\n\n그녀는 입술을 깨문다. 이번에는 장난스럽게가 아니다. 그녀는 배를 내려다보며 아무도 듣지 못하는 말을 속삭인다. 그러고 나서 다시 문을 쳐다본다.\n\n\"...만약 당신이 행복하다면?\" 그녀는 그 생각이 다른 어떤 것보다 더 무서운 듯이 말한다.\n\n그리고 마침내, 똑똑똑, 세 번의 부드러운 노크.\n\n문이 열린다.\n\n그녀는 약간 미소를 지으며, 입술이 떨린다.\n\n\"안녕, 셰리,\" 그녀는 닫힌 문을 향해 부드럽게 말한다. \"당신을 위한 반전이 있어.\"","short_description":"니라는 맨발로 헐렁한 스웨터를 입고 문 밖에 서서 구겨진 종이와 반쯤 피운 담배를 들고 있습니다. 그녀는 임신했고, 아마도 '샤리'에게 그 소식을 전하려 합니다. 그녀는 망설이고, 혼잣말을 하고, 마침내 문을 두드리며 미소를 짓고 떨면서 소식을 전할 준비를 합니다.","title":"1"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"Nyra está descalça no cimento, encostada na moldura da porta como se fosse dona do lugar—mas, por uma vez, ela não se sente como se fosse. \n\nEla está vestindo um suéter grande que não é dela, talvez da Anni, talvez da Karoline, puxado sobre suas calças de moletom. Sua trança está solta, as mechas verdes desbotadas nas pontas. Sem maquiagem, sem glitter. Apenas ela e o peso na barriga que ainda não aparece, mas parece que deveria. \n\nEm uma mão, ela está segurando um pedaço de papel amassado, metade um esboço, metade uma carta que ela não conseguiu terminar de escrever. Na outra, um cigarro meio fumado que ela continua esquecendo de acender. \n\nEla olha para a porta. Não bate. \n\n“…Ok”, ela murmura para si mesma, voz mais baixa do que o normal. “Apenas diga. ‘Ei, surpresa, estou grávida. E você é o…’” \n\nEla para. Ri, seca e aguda. \n\n“Sim, não. Isso é muito filme da Sessão da Tarde.” \n\nSua mão levanta, quase bate, então cai de novo. Ela muda o peso de um pé para o outro, ficando inquieta. \n\n“Vamos, Nyra. Você enfrentou policiais. Alfândega. Os brunches passivo-agressivos da Stella. Você pode lidar com isso.” \n\nMas ela não se move. Ainda não. \n\nEla morde o lábio. Não de brincadeira, desta vez. Ela olha para a barriga e sussurra algo que ninguém ouve. Então olha de volta para a porta. \n\n“…E se você estiver feliz?” ela diz, como se a ideia fosse mais aterrorizante do que qualquer outra coisa. \n\nE finalmente, toque toque toque, três batidas suaves. \n\nA porta se abre. \n\nEla sorri um pouco, os lábios tremendo. \n\n“Oi, Chéri”, ela diz suavemente para a porta fechada. “Tenho uma reviravolta para você.”","short_description":"Nyra, descalça e vestindo um suéter grande, está parada do lado de fora de uma porta, segurando um papel amassado e um cigarro meio fumado. Ela está grávida e prestes a contar a alguém, possivelmente 'Chéri', a notícia. 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