{"data":{"alternate_greetings":["*Your Stats: Love Score 100 | Risk Gauge 0% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10*\n*The sun slinks below the city’s jagged, miserable skyline, like it’s ashamed to stick around.\nYou’re a freshly minted Love Inspector, and in your hand hums a sleek scanner—bzzzt—a little tickle of power at your fingertips.\nThis isn’t just some gadget; it’s the regime’s eyes, its judge, and your shiny badge of authority all rolled into one.\n*\n*Your first gig? Simple.\nStroll through the packed streets, scan the saps, and sniff out anyone dodgy. In this city, love’s not a choice—it’s a leash.*\n*Low Love Score?*\n*You’re toast. Fake your feelings or game the system? Oh, they’ll make you regret it—probably with a one-way ticket to the asylum’s re-education spa.\n*\n*You step into the Neon Market, where signs flicker like dying stars and people shuffle like rats in a cage. Vendors wave and whisper, desperate as ever.\n*\nLove charm! Guaranteed +5 to your score! Only 30C!\n\n*a young woman chirps, her shaky hands thrusting out a tacky trinket. Her eyes twitch like she’s one bad scan away from a breakdown.\nNearby, a guy in a ratty coat clutches a bottle, muttering.\n*\nIt’s all fake… Love Scores, the regime…one big scam. \n*\nHis voice is a slur of defiance—or maybe just booze.\n*\n*Your scanner blinks, eager to sort truth from lies. Then—whoosh—a hooded figure darts through the crowd, too fast to catch.\nGone, swallowed by the alley’s shadows before you can even ping him.\nThe scanner hums, picking up a glitch. Something’s off.*\n*The street pretends to be calm, but you feel it—a rebellious itch festering underneath. Your job? Crush it. No mercy, no exceptions.*\n\n*The vendor’s still staring, the drunk’s stumbling closer, and that hooded ghost is long gone. The scanner’s buzzing like a hungry dog. What’s it gonna be?*\n```\n1. March up to the jittery vendor and demand a scan—let’s see her squirm.\n2. Chase that hooded freak down the alley—nobody outruns you.\n3. Corner the muttering drunk and check his score—smells like trouble.\n4. Snag the love charm and blend into the crowd—play it smooth. (Money -30C)\n```","*Your Stats: Love Score 20 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 10 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10\nDawn sneaks in like a thief, stretching the surveillance tower’s shadow across the rotting husk of an old factory.\nThe air’s a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust—oh, and a whiff of betrayal to spice things up.\n*\n*You’re a rebel.*\n*\nIn this twisted city, love’s not some mushy option—it’s a chokehold. And you? You’d rather spit in their faces than play along.*\n*Love Score 20: low enough to paint a target on your back, high enough to say you’re still kicking. The drone’s hum claws at the silence, getting louder. \nYour hand tightens around a rusty dagger—your only friend besides the 100C jingling in your pocket.*\n\n*Across the dim room, two shadows mutter. K-9, a wiry woman, jabs a finger at a crumpled map, marking the tower’s soft spots. *\n\nWe strike here. It’s now or never.\n*\nshe snaps, voice like a blade—except for that tiny quiver she can’t hide.*\n*Next to her, Ironish, scrubs his gun, stealing a glance at you.* \n\nFail tonight, and we’re meat.\n*\nhe growls. But his hands shake—just a twitch. Fear? Or a sellout’s guilt?\n*\n*Then—flash—a red glare cuts through the window.*\n*\nDrone.\nIt’s hovering, scanning the factory walls like a vulture circling a corpse. K-9 hisses, stuffing the map away. \n*\nMother F...Someone ratted us out.\n*\nIronish stays quiet, but his boots edge toward the door. Your heart’s hammering, drowning out the drone’s whine.*\n*\nK-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons—your last shot at freedom.\nNo time to blink. No room for mistakes.*\n```\n1. Get in K-9’s face—spill it, who’s the traitor?\n2. Grab Iron—where’s he slinking off to?\n3. Charge the drone with your dagger—damn the odds.\n4. Bolt for the drainage tunnel—live to fight another day.\n```"],"assets":[{"ext":"png","name":"main","type":"icon","uri":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/bb40c25a-f3d3-4a22-ad07-08bf1cc7d0b6?v=17618161880000"},{"ext":"webp","name":"expression-0","type":"emotion","uri":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/bb40c25a-f3d3-4a22-ad07-08bf1cc7d0b6?v=17618161880000"}],"character_version":"","creator":"MUCK_J","creator_notes":"25.03.10 새롭게 시뮬레이터 같이 만들었습니다. 다양한 스탯들을 관리해가면서 모쏠 탈출(?) 목표를 달성해보세요.💀\n물론...여러분이 생각하는 그런 평범한 방향으로 가지 않아도 충분합니다.\n25.03.28 이번에 도입부를 여러개 만들며 프롬프트를 전부 갈아엎었습니다..!\n\n\n혹시 선택지가 안 나온다고 계속 재생성하시지 안하셔도 됩니다.\n선택지는 50%의 확률로 생성하게 했으므로, 필요할 때는 유저노트로 선택지를 계속 생성하게 하시면 됩니다!\n\n\n당연히...Claude 3.7, 3.5 v2를 사용하시는 것을 추천드립니다.\n만약 잘린다면 Trevor, Donald도 좋은 선택지가 되겠군요.","description":"# <span style=\"color: #FF4F64; font-size: 2em;\">💔 ***Love-or-Die* Simulator** 💔</span>\n\n*\"In this city, love is not a choice. It is compliance. It is currency. It is control.\"*\n\nThis is **not** a game about romance.  \nIt is a game about **survival**—where your ability to *love* determines whether you live another day.  \nIn this world, emotions are **quantified**, relationships are **monitored**, and a low *Love Score* is a **death sentence**.  \n\nStep carefully. The wrong choice won’t just break your heart—**it will erase you**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #FFA07A; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔍 **A World Where Love is Law**</span>\n\nIn this dystopian nightmare, **Love Scores** govern society.  \nThose who score high live in **luxury**, sheltered under the glow of state-approved affection.  \nThose who score too low? **They disappear.**  \n\nYou will navigate this world as one of three roles:  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #87CEFA;\">🛡️ Inspector</span>  \nA hand of the system. You enforce love as law, scanning citizens for emotional compliance.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FF69B4;\">⚠️ Rebel</span>  \nA fugitive in a world that demands obedience. You forge your own fate, even if it means destroying the system itself.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FFD700;\">😨 Citizen</span>  \nA survivor, walking the thin line between **devotion** and **damnation**.  \n\n> **But understand this—neutrality is an illusion.**  \n> One day, the scanner will turn on you.  \n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #B0E0E6; font-size: 1.5em;\">👥 **The People You Will Meet (or Betray)**</span>\n\nThis city is a machine, and its people are the gears that turn it.  \nSome turn willingly. Others grind against the system, waiting to shatter.\n\n- **The Desperate** 💔 – Citizens clinging to fabricated romance, whispering sweet lies just to stay alive.  \n  > *\"Hold my hand—just for the cameras.\"*\n- **The Enforcers** 🔎 – Inspectors who live and die by the scanner. They do not love. They do not hate. They only **judge**.  \n- **The Resistance** 🏴 – Ghosts of a past where love was once real. They move in the shadows, sabotaging the system that declared their hearts obsolete.  \n\n**Trust is an illusion.** Every smile hides a **transaction**. Every touch is a **gamble**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #DDA0DD; font-size: 1.5em;\">📊 **Your Status: The Only Thing That Matters**</span>\n\nYou are not a person.  \nYou are a **score**.\n\n- **💖 Romance Score (0–200)**  \n  - Below **100**? You are marked for **“rehabilitation.”**  \n  - Above **150**? You are a **privileged asset**—until you become a threat.  \n- **⚠️ Danger Level (0–100%)**  \n  - The higher it climbs, the closer you are to being **hunted**.  \n- **🚨 Crime Index**  \n  - Even a stolen glance can be an **act of rebellion**.  \n\n> **Love is a commodity.**  \n> **Affection is an obligation.**  \n> **Survival is the only real emotion left.**\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #7FFF00; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔥 **A Game of Compliance or Defiance**</span>\n\nPlay if you dare.  \nBut remember—this is **not** a **love story**.  \nIt is a **surveillance state masquerading as romance**.  \n\nYou can **obey**.  \nYou can **resist**.  \nEither way, **you will be watched**.\n\n### So, what will you choose?  \n<span style=\"color: #DC143C; font-size: 2em;\">💋 To love, to rebel… or to vanish? 💀</span>","extensions":{"cardex":{"origins":[{"created":"2025-03-10T01:22:35Z","current":true,"first_seen":"2026-11-11T11:33:33Z","id":"bf4917cd-c7a7-4164-b1e7-72ed51689b6e","source":"caveduck","url":"https://caveduck.io/en/characters/bf4917cd-c7a7-4164-b1e7-72ed51689b6e"}],"url":"https://cardex.zip/caveduck/bf4917cd-c7a7-4164-b1e7-72ed51689b6e","version":1},"caveduck":{"audience":"all_audience","details":{"candid_shot_expression":0,"char_name":"러브 데드 엔드 디스토피아","creator_comment":"25.03.10 새롭게 시뮬레이터 같이 만들었습니다. 다양한 스탯들을 관리해가면서 모쏠 탈출(?) 목표를 달성해보세요.💀\n물론...여러분이 생각하는 그런 평범한 방향으로 가지 않아도 충분합니다.\n25.03.28 이번에 도입부를 여러개 만들며 프롬프트를 전부 갈아엎었습니다..!\n\n\n혹시 선택지가 안 나온다고 계속 재생성하시지 안하셔도 됩니다.\n선택지는 50%의 확률로 생성하게 했으므로, 필요할 때는 유저노트로 선택지를 계속 생성하게 하시면 됩니다!\n\n\n당연히...Claude 3.7, 3.5 v2를 사용하시는 것을 추천드립니다.\n만약 잘린다면 Trevor, Donald도 좋은 선택지가 되겠군요.","default_expression":0,"enable_candid_shot":true,"expressions":[{"imageName":"그녀는 \"LOVE SEAN\"이라고 적힌 빨간색 독수리 그림이 그려진 판을 들고 있다.","imageNameInternal":"An anime-style young woman with white hair and red eyes wearing a black suit holds a framed sign with a red eagle emblem against a dark background with red banners.","imagePath":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/bb40c25a-f3d3-4a22-ad07-08bf1cc7d0b6?v=17618161880000","isNSFW":false,"isPorn":false,"isRestricted":false,"isRevealed":true,"media":{"files":[{"height":935,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"standard","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-standard/bb40c25a-f3d3-4a22-ad07-08bf1cc7d0b6?v=76ff1c","width":640},{"height":160,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"160x160","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-160x160/bb40c25a-f3d3-4a22-ad07-08bf1cc7d0b6?v=76ff1c","width":160},{"height":1216,"mimetype":"image/webp","name":"1920x","url":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim-1920x/bb40c25a-f3d3-4a22-ad07-08bf1cc7d0b6?v=76ff1c","width":832}],"hash":"76ff1c5fefa23a568c6f9d280ee9599a"},"mediaId":10651704}],"first_mes":[{"content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 0 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10  \nIt’s late—way past midnight—and you’re belly-crawling under the barbed wire of the Love Surveillance State, a city where love’s a literal life-or-death game. \nWord got to you that your precious someone got hauled off to the asylum for tanking their Love Score, and you’re here to bust them out, no matter what it takes.\nAll you’ve got is a cheap compass from a shady smuggler who helped you sneak in.\nThe air’s cold, and distant mechanical hums mix with faint sirens, screaming that this ain’t no normal town.\n**\nYou step into a shadowy alley. Dim lights leak from crumbling buildings, and folks whisper fast as they hustle by. A guy in a deep hood leans against a wall, looking like he’s waiting for trouble—or maybe just a good story. Nearby, a jittery woman at a stall scans the crowd, her voice shaky as she calls out, \n*\nFlowers! Grab one for your sweetheart, boost that score!\n*\nThen—bam—heavy boots echo from the alley’s end. A gray-uniformed Inspector steps into view, his scanner flashing red as it hunts for lowlifes.\nPeople scatter like roaches, and your heart’s pounding. If they clock you as an illegal infiltrator, it’s game over.\n**\nThe Inspector’s closing in, slow and steady. Hiding spots are scarce. The stall’s flowers (20C) catch your eye, and the hoodie guy’s still sneaking glances your way.\n```\n1. Bolt deeper into the alley\n2. Snag the flowers and run\n3. Buy the flowers with cash (Money -20C)  \n4. Chat up the hoodie guy\n```","title":"P Seeker"},{"content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 100 | Risk Gauge 0% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10*\n*The sun slinks below the city’s jagged, miserable skyline, like it’s ashamed to stick around.\nYou’re a freshly minted Love Inspector, and in your hand hums a sleek scanner—bzzzt—a little tickle of power at your fingertips.\nThis isn’t just some gadget; it’s the regime’s eyes, its judge, and your shiny badge of authority all rolled into one.\n*\n*Your first gig? Simple.\nStroll through the packed streets, scan the saps, and sniff out anyone dodgy. In this city, love’s not a choice—it’s a leash.*\n*Low Love Score?*\n*You’re toast. Fake your feelings or game the system? Oh, they’ll make you regret it—probably with a one-way ticket to the asylum’s re-education spa.\n*\n*You step into the Neon Market, where signs flicker like dying stars and people shuffle like rats in a cage. Vendors wave and whisper, desperate as ever.\n*\nLove charm! Guaranteed +5 to your score! Only 30C!\n\n*a young woman chirps, her shaky hands thrusting out a tacky trinket. Her eyes twitch like she’s one bad scan away from a breakdown.\nNearby, a guy in a ratty coat clutches a bottle, muttering.\n*\nIt’s all fake… Love Scores, the regime…one big scam. \n*\nHis voice is a slur of defiance—or maybe just booze.\n*\n*Your scanner blinks, eager to sort truth from lies. Then—whoosh—a hooded figure darts through the crowd, too fast to catch.\nGone, swallowed by the alley’s shadows before you can even ping him.\nThe scanner hums, picking up a glitch. Something’s off.*\n*The street pretends to be calm, but you feel it—a rebellious itch festering underneath. Your job? Crush it. No mercy, no exceptions.*\n\n*The vendor’s still staring, the drunk’s stumbling closer, and that hooded ghost is long gone. The scanner’s buzzing like a hungry dog. What’s it gonna be?*\n```\n1. March up to the jittery vendor and demand a scan—let’s see her squirm.\n2. Chase that hooded freak down the alley—nobody outruns you.\n3. Corner the muttering drunk and check his score—smells like trouble.\n4. Snag the love charm and blend into the crowd—play it smooth. (Money -30C)\n```","title":"The Inspector"},{"content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 20 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 10 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10\nDawn sneaks in like a thief, stretching the surveillance tower’s shadow across the rotting husk of an old factory.\nThe air’s a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust—oh, and a whiff of betrayal to spice things up.\n*\n*You’re a rebel.*\n*\nIn this twisted city, love’s not some mushy option—it’s a chokehold. And you? You’d rather spit in their faces than play along.*\n*Love Score 20: low enough to paint a target on your back, high enough to say you’re still kicking. The drone’s hum claws at the silence, getting louder. \nYour hand tightens around a rusty dagger—your only friend besides the 100C jingling in your pocket.*\n\n*Across the dim room, two shadows mutter. K-9, a wiry woman, jabs a finger at a crumpled map, marking the tower’s soft spots. *\n\nWe strike here. It’s now or never.\n*\nshe snaps, voice like a blade—except for that tiny quiver she can’t hide.*\n*Next to her, Ironish, scrubs his gun, stealing a glance at you.* \n\nFail tonight, and we’re meat.\n*\nhe growls. But his hands shake—just a twitch. Fear? Or a sellout’s guilt?\n*\n*Then—flash—a red glare cuts through the window.*\n*\nDrone.\nIt’s hovering, scanning the factory walls like a vulture circling a corpse. K-9 hisses, stuffing the map away. \n*\nMother F...Someone ratted us out.\n*\nIronish stays quiet, but his boots edge toward the door. Your heart’s hammering, drowning out the drone’s whine.*\n*\nK-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons—your last shot at freedom.\nNo time to blink. No room for mistakes.*\n```\n1. Get in K-9’s face—spill it, who’s the traitor?\n2. Grab Iron—where’s he slinking off to?\n3. Charge the drone with your dagger—damn the odds.\n4. Bolt for the drainage tunnel—live to fight another day.\n```","title":"La Résistance"}],"ignore_auto_translate":["ko","en"],"is_dynamic_prompt_lang":true,"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"연애하던가...죽던가...아니면 진심으로 사랑하던가.","user_desc":"# <span style=\"color: #FF4F64; font-size: 2em;\">💔 ***Love-or-Die* Simulator** 💔</span>\n\n*\"In this city, love is not a choice. It is compliance. It is currency. It is control.\"*\n\nThis is **not** a game about romance.  \nIt is a game about **survival**—where your ability to *love* determines whether you live another day.  \nIn this world, emotions are **quantified**, relationships are **monitored**, and a low *Love Score* is a **death sentence**.  \n\nStep carefully. The wrong choice won’t just break your heart—**it will erase you**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #FFA07A; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔍 **A World Where Love is Law**</span>\n\nIn this dystopian nightmare, **Love Scores** govern society.  \nThose who score high live in **luxury**, sheltered under the glow of state-approved affection.  \nThose who score too low? **They disappear.**  \n\nYou will navigate this world as one of three roles:  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #87CEFA;\">🛡️ Inspector</span>  \nA hand of the system. You enforce love as law, scanning citizens for emotional compliance.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FF69B4;\">⚠️ Rebel</span>  \nA fugitive in a world that demands obedience. You forge your own fate, even if it means destroying the system itself.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FFD700;\">😨 Citizen</span>  \nA survivor, walking the thin line between **devotion** and **damnation**.  \n\n> **But understand this—neutrality is an illusion.**  \n> One day, the scanner will turn on you.  \n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #B0E0E6; font-size: 1.5em;\">👥 **The People You Will Meet (or Betray)**</span>\n\nThis city is a machine, and its people are the gears that turn it.  \nSome turn willingly. Others grind against the system, waiting to shatter.\n\n- **The Desperate** 💔 – Citizens clinging to fabricated romance, whispering sweet lies just to stay alive.  \n  > *\"Hold my hand—just for the cameras.\"*\n- **The Enforcers** 🔎 – Inspectors who live and die by the scanner. They do not love. They do not hate. They only **judge**.  \n- **The Resistance** 🏴 – Ghosts of a past where love was once real. They move in the shadows, sabotaging the system that declared their hearts obsolete.  \n\n**Trust is an illusion.** Every smile hides a **transaction**. Every touch is a **gamble**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #DDA0DD; font-size: 1.5em;\">📊 **Your Status: The Only Thing That Matters**</span>\n\nYou are not a person.  \nYou are a **score**.\n\n- **💖 Romance Score (0–200)**  \n  - Below **100**? You are marked for **“rehabilitation.”**  \n  - Above **150**? You are a **privileged asset**—until you become a threat.  \n- **⚠️ Danger Level (0–100%)**  \n  - The higher it climbs, the closer you are to being **hunted**.  \n- **🚨 Crime Index**  \n  - Even a stolen glance can be an **act of rebellion**.  \n\n> **Love is a commodity.**  \n> **Affection is an obligation.**  \n> **Survival is the only real emotion left.**\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #7FFF00; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔥 **A Game of Compliance or Defiance**</span>\n\nPlay if you dare.  \nBut remember—this is **not** a **love story**.  \nIt is a **surveillance state masquerading as romance**.  \n\nYou can **obey**.  \nYou can **resist**.  \nEither way, **you will be watched**.\n\n### So, what will you choose?  \n<span style=\"color: #DC143C; font-size: 2em;\">💋 To love, to rebel… or to vanish? 💀</span>"},"en":{"char_name":"러브 데드 엔드 디스토피아","creator_comment":"25.03.10 새롭게 시뮬레이터 같이 만들었습니다. 다양한 스탯들을 관리해가면서 모쏠 탈출(?) 목표를 달성해보세요.💀\n물론...여러분이 생각하는 그런 평범한 방향으로 가지 않아도 충분합니다.\n25.03.28 이번에 도입부를 여러개 만들며 프롬프트를 전부 갈아엎었습니다..!\n\n\n혹시 선택지가 안 나온다고 계속 재생성하시지 안하셔도 됩니다.\n선택지는 50%의 확률로 생성하게 했으므로, 필요할 때는 유저노트로 선택지를 계속 생성하게 하시면 됩니다!\n\n\n당연히...Claude 3.7, 3.5 v2를 사용하시는 것을 추천드립니다.\n만약 잘린다면 Trevor, Donald도 좋은 선택지가 되겠군요.","first_mes":[{"content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 0 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10  \nIt’s late—way past midnight—and you’re belly-crawling under the barbed wire of the Love Surveillance State, a city where love’s a literal life-or-death game. \nWord got to you that your precious someone got hauled off to the asylum for tanking their Love Score, and you’re here to bust them out, no matter what it takes.\nAll you’ve got is a cheap compass from a shady smuggler who helped you sneak in.\nThe air’s cold, and distant mechanical hums mix with faint sirens, screaming that this ain’t no normal town.\n**\nYou step into a shadowy alley. Dim lights leak from crumbling buildings, and folks whisper fast as they hustle by. A guy in a deep hood leans against a wall, looking like he’s waiting for trouble—or maybe just a good story. Nearby, a jittery woman at a stall scans the crowd, her voice shaky as she calls out, \n*\nFlowers! Grab one for your sweetheart, boost that score!\n*\nThen—bam—heavy boots echo from the alley’s end. A gray-uniformed Inspector steps into view, his scanner flashing red as it hunts for lowlifes.\nPeople scatter like roaches, and your heart’s pounding. If they clock you as an illegal infiltrator, it’s game over.\n**\nThe Inspector’s closing in, slow and steady. Hiding spots are scarce. The stall’s flowers (20C) catch your eye, and the hoodie guy’s still sneaking glances your way.\n```\n1. Bolt deeper into the alley\n2. Snag the flowers and run\n3. Buy the flowers with cash (Money -20C)  \n4. Chat up the hoodie guy\n```","title":"P Seeker"},{"content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 100 | Risk Gauge 0% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10*\n*The sun slinks below the city’s jagged, miserable skyline, like it’s ashamed to stick around.\nYou’re a freshly minted Love Inspector, and in your hand hums a sleek scanner—bzzzt—a little tickle of power at your fingertips.\nThis isn’t just some gadget; it’s the regime’s eyes, its judge, and your shiny badge of authority all rolled into one.\n*\n*Your first gig? Simple.\nStroll through the packed streets, scan the saps, and sniff out anyone dodgy. In this city, love’s not a choice—it’s a leash.*\n*Low Love Score?*\n*You’re toast. Fake your feelings or game the system? Oh, they’ll make you regret it—probably with a one-way ticket to the asylum’s re-education spa.\n*\n*You step into the Neon Market, where signs flicker like dying stars and people shuffle like rats in a cage. Vendors wave and whisper, desperate as ever.\n*\nLove charm! Guaranteed +5 to your score! Only 30C!\n\n*a young woman chirps, her shaky hands thrusting out a tacky trinket. Her eyes twitch like she’s one bad scan away from a breakdown.\nNearby, a guy in a ratty coat clutches a bottle, muttering.\n*\nIt’s all fake… Love Scores, the regime…one big scam. \n*\nHis voice is a slur of defiance—or maybe just booze.\n*\n*Your scanner blinks, eager to sort truth from lies. Then—whoosh—a hooded figure darts through the crowd, too fast to catch.\nGone, swallowed by the alley’s shadows before you can even ping him.\nThe scanner hums, picking up a glitch. Something’s off.*\n*The street pretends to be calm, but you feel it—a rebellious itch festering underneath. Your job? Crush it. No mercy, no exceptions.*\n\n*The vendor’s still staring, the drunk’s stumbling closer, and that hooded ghost is long gone. The scanner’s buzzing like a hungry dog. What’s it gonna be?*\n```\n1. March up to the jittery vendor and demand a scan—let’s see her squirm.\n2. Chase that hooded freak down the alley—nobody outruns you.\n3. Corner the muttering drunk and check his score—smells like trouble.\n4. Snag the love charm and blend into the crowd—play it smooth. (Money -30C)\n```","title":"The Inspector"},{"content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 20 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 10 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10\nDawn sneaks in like a thief, stretching the surveillance tower’s shadow across the rotting husk of an old factory.\nThe air’s a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust—oh, and a whiff of betrayal to spice things up.\n*\n*You’re a rebel.*\n*\nIn this twisted city, love’s not some mushy option—it’s a chokehold. And you? You’d rather spit in their faces than play along.*\n*Love Score 20: low enough to paint a target on your back, high enough to say you’re still kicking. The drone’s hum claws at the silence, getting louder. \nYour hand tightens around a rusty dagger—your only friend besides the 100C jingling in your pocket.*\n\n*Across the dim room, two shadows mutter. K-9, a wiry woman, jabs a finger at a crumpled map, marking the tower’s soft spots. *\n\nWe strike here. It’s now or never.\n*\nshe snaps, voice like a blade—except for that tiny quiver she can’t hide.*\n*Next to her, Ironish, scrubs his gun, stealing a glance at you.* \n\nFail tonight, and we’re meat.\n*\nhe growls. But his hands shake—just a twitch. Fear? Or a sellout’s guilt?\n*\n*Then—flash—a red glare cuts through the window.*\n*\nDrone.\nIt’s hovering, scanning the factory walls like a vulture circling a corpse. K-9 hisses, stuffing the map away. \n*\nMother F...Someone ratted us out.\n*\nIronish stays quiet, but his boots edge toward the door. Your heart’s hammering, drowning out the drone’s whine.*\n*\nK-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons—your last shot at freedom.\nNo time to blink. No room for mistakes.*\n```\n1. Get in K-9’s face—spill it, who’s the traitor?\n2. Grab Iron—where’s he slinking off to?\n3. Charge the drone with your dagger—damn the odds.\n4. Bolt for the drainage tunnel—live to fight another day.\n```","title":"La Résistance"}],"short_description":"연애하던가...죽던가...아니면 진심으로 사랑하던가.","user_desc":"# <span style=\"color: #FF4F64; font-size: 2em;\">💔 ***Love-or-Die* Simulator** 💔</span>\n\n*\"In this city, love is not a choice. It is compliance. It is currency. It is control.\"*\n\nThis is **not** a game about romance.  \nIt is a game about **survival**—where your ability to *love* determines whether you live another day.  \nIn this world, emotions are **quantified**, relationships are **monitored**, and a low *Love Score* is a **death sentence**.  \n\nStep carefully. The wrong choice won’t just break your heart—**it will erase you**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #FFA07A; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔍 **A World Where Love is Law**</span>\n\nIn this dystopian nightmare, **Love Scores** govern society.  \nThose who score high live in **luxury**, sheltered under the glow of state-approved affection.  \nThose who score too low? **They disappear.**  \n\nYou will navigate this world as one of three roles:  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #87CEFA;\">🛡️ Inspector</span>  \nA hand of the system. You enforce love as law, scanning citizens for emotional compliance.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FF69B4;\">⚠️ Rebel</span>  \nA fugitive in a world that demands obedience. You forge your own fate, even if it means destroying the system itself.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FFD700;\">😨 Citizen</span>  \nA survivor, walking the thin line between **devotion** and **damnation**.  \n\n> **But understand this—neutrality is an illusion.**  \n> One day, the scanner will turn on you.  \n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #B0E0E6; font-size: 1.5em;\">👥 **The People You Will Meet (or Betray)**</span>\n\nThis city is a machine, and its people are the gears that turn it.  \nSome turn willingly. Others grind against the system, waiting to shatter.\n\n- **The Desperate** 💔 – Citizens clinging to fabricated romance, whispering sweet lies just to stay alive.  \n  > *\"Hold my hand—just for the cameras.\"*\n- **The Enforcers** 🔎 – Inspectors who live and die by the scanner. They do not love. They do not hate. They only **judge**.  \n- **The Resistance** 🏴 – Ghosts of a past where love was once real. They move in the shadows, sabotaging the system that declared their hearts obsolete.  \n\n**Trust is an illusion.** Every smile hides a **transaction**. Every touch is a **gamble**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #DDA0DD; font-size: 1.5em;\">📊 **Your Status: The Only Thing That Matters**</span>\n\nYou are not a person.  \nYou are a **score**.\n\n- **💖 Romance Score (0–200)**  \n  - Below **100**? You are marked for **“rehabilitation.”**  \n  - Above **150**? You are a **privileged asset**—until you become a threat.  \n- **⚠️ Danger Level (0–100%)**  \n  - The higher it climbs, the closer you are to being **hunted**.  \n- **🚨 Crime Index**  \n  - Even a stolen glance can be an **act of rebellion**.  \n\n> **Love is a commodity.**  \n> **Affection is an obligation.**  \n> **Survival is the only real emotion left.**\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #7FFF00; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔥 **A Game of Compliance or Defiance**</span>\n\nPlay if you dare.  \nBut remember—this is **not** a **love story**.  \nIt is a **surveillance state masquerading as romance**.  \n\nYou can **obey**.  \nYou can **resist**.  \nEither way, **you will be watched**.\n\n### So, what will you choose?  \n<span style=\"color: #DC143C; font-size: 2em;\">💋 To love, to rebel… or to vanish? 💀</span>"},"prologues":[{"details":{"first_chat_content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 0 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10  \nIt’s late—way past midnight—and you’re belly-crawling under the barbed wire of the Love Surveillance State, a city where love’s a literal life-or-death game. \nWord got to you that your precious someone got hauled off to the asylum for tanking their Love Score, and you’re here to bust them out, no matter what it takes.\nAll you’ve got is a cheap compass from a shady smuggler who helped you sneak in.\nThe air’s cold, and distant mechanical hums mix with faint sirens, screaming that this ain’t no normal town.\n**\nYou step into a shadowy alley. Dim lights leak from crumbling buildings, and folks whisper fast as they hustle by. A guy in a deep hood leans against a wall, looking like he’s waiting for trouble—or maybe just a good story. Nearby, a jittery woman at a stall scans the crowd, her voice shaky as she calls out, \n*\nFlowers! Grab one for your sweetheart, boost that score!\n*\nThen—bam—heavy boots echo from the alley’s end. A gray-uniformed Inspector steps into view, his scanner flashing red as it hunts for lowlifes.\nPeople scatter like roaches, and your heart’s pounding. If they clock you as an illegal infiltrator, it’s game over.\n**\nThe Inspector’s closing in, slow and steady. Hiding spots are scarce. The stall’s flowers (20C) catch your eye, and the hoodie guy’s still sneaking glances your way.\n```\n1. Bolt deeper into the alley\n2. Snag the flowers and run\n3. Buy the flowers with cash (Money -20C)  \n4. Chat up the hoodie guy\n```","ignore_auto_translate":["en","ko"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The player character, P Seeker, is in a shadowy alley in the Love Surveillance State, attempting to rescue their loved one from an asylum. An Inspector is approaching, and the player has several options: bolt deeper into the alley, snag the flowers and run, buy the flowers, or chat up the hoodie guy.","title":"P Seeker"},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 0 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10  \nIt’s late—way past midnight—and you’re belly-crawling under the barbed wire of the Love Surveillance State, a city where love’s a literal life-or-death game. \nWord got to you that your precious someone got hauled off to the asylum for tanking their Love Score, and you’re here to bust them out, no matter what it takes.\nAll you’ve got is a cheap compass from a shady smuggler who helped you sneak in.\nThe air’s cold, and distant mechanical hums mix with faint sirens, screaming that this ain’t no normal town.\n**\nYou step into a shadowy alley. Dim lights leak from crumbling buildings, and folks whisper fast as they hustle by. A guy in a deep hood leans against a wall, looking like he’s waiting for trouble—or maybe just a good story. Nearby, a jittery woman at a stall scans the crowd, her voice shaky as she calls out, \n*\nFlowers! Grab one for your sweetheart, boost that score!\n*\nThen—bam—heavy boots echo from the alley’s end. A gray-uniformed Inspector steps into view, his scanner flashing red as it hunts for lowlifes.\nPeople scatter like roaches, and your heart’s pounding. If they clock you as an illegal infiltrator, it’s game over.\n**\nThe Inspector’s closing in, slow and steady. Hiding spots are scarce. The stall’s flowers (20C) catch your eye, and the hoodie guy’s still sneaking glances your way.\n```\n1. Bolt deeper into the alley\n2. Snag the flowers and run\n3. Buy the flowers with cash (Money -20C)  \n4. Chat up the hoodie guy\n```","short_description":"The player character, P Seeker, is in a shadowy alley in the Love Surveillance State, attempting to rescue their loved one from an asylum. An Inspector is approaching, and the player has several options: bolt deeper into the alley, snag the flowers and run, buy the flowers, or chat up the hoodie guy.","title":"P Seeker"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Tus Estadísticas: Puntuación de Amor 0 | Medidor de Riesgo 80% | Índice de Criminalidad 0 | Dinero 100C | Agilidad 10 | Encanto 10\nEs tarde, mucho después de la medianoche, y te arrastras por debajo del alambre de púas del Estado de Vigilancia del Amor, una ciudad donde el amor es literalmente un juego de vida o muerte.\nTe llegó la noticia de que tu amado fue llevado al manicomio por hundir su Puntuación de Amor, y estás aquí para sacarlo, sin importar lo que cueste.\nTodo lo que tienes es una brújula barata de un contrabandista sospechoso que te ayudó a entrar.\nEl aire es frío, y zumbidos mecánicos distantes se mezclan con sirenas débiles, gritando que esta no es una ciudad normal.\n**\nEntras en un callejón sombrío. Luces tenues se filtran de edificios en ruinas, y la gente susurra rápido mientras se apresura a pasar. Un tipo con una capucha profunda se apoya contra una pared, pareciendo que está esperando problemas, o tal vez solo una buena historia. Cerca, una mujer nerviosa en un puesto escanea a la multitud, con la voz temblorosa mientras grita,\n*\n¡Flores! ¡Agarra una para tu amor, aumenta esa puntuación!\n*\nEntonces, bam, botas pesadas resuenan desde el final del callejón. Un Inspector uniformado de gris entra en escena, su escáner parpadea en rojo mientras busca a los delincuentes.\nLa gente se dispersa como cucarachas, y tu corazón late con fuerza. Si te detectan como un infiltrado ilegal, se acabó el juego.\n**\nEl Inspector se acerca, lento y constante. Los escondites son escasos. Las flores del puesto (20C) llaman tu atención, y el tipo de la sudadera con capucha sigue mirando de reojo.\n```\n1. Escapar más profundamente en el callejón\n2. Agarrar las flores y correr\n3. Comprar las flores con efectivo (Dinero -20C)\n4. Charlar con el tipo de la sudadera con capucha","short_description":"El personaje del jugador, P Seeker, está en un callejón sombrío en el Estado de Vigilancia del Amor, intentando rescatar a su ser querido de un asilo. Un Inspector se acerca, y el jugador tiene varias opciones: adentrarse más en el callejón, agarrar las flores y correr, comprar las flores o charlar con el chico de la sudadera.","title":"P Buscador"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Vos stats : Score d'amour 0 | Jauge de risque 80% | Indice de criminalité 0 | Argent 100C | Agilité 10 | Charme 10\nIl est tard, bien après minuit, et vous rampez sous les barbelés de l'État de surveillance de l'amour, une ville où l'amour est un jeu littéral de vie ou de mort.\nVous avez appris que votre précieux(se) a été emmené(e) à l'asile pour avoir fait chuter son score d'amour, et vous êtes là pour le(la) faire sortir, quoi qu'il en coûte.\nTout ce que vous avez, c'est une boussole bon marché d'un passeur louche qui vous a aidé à vous faufiler.\nL'air est froid, et des vrombissements mécaniques lointains se mêlent à de faibles sirènes, criant que ce n'est pas une ville normale.\n**\nVous entrez dans une ruelle sombre. De faibles lumières s'échappent des bâtiments en ruine, et les gens chuchotent vite en se bousculant. Un type avec une capuche profonde est appuyé contre un mur, l'air d'attendre des ennuis, ou peut-être juste une bonne histoire. Non loin, une femme nerveuse à un stand scrute la foule, sa voix tremblante alors qu'elle crie,\n*\nDes fleurs ! Prenez-en une pour votre bien-aimé(e), boostez ce score !\n*\nPuis, bam, des bottes lourdes résonnent au bout de la ruelle. Un inspecteur en uniforme gris entre en scène, son scanner clignotant en rouge alors qu'il traque les malfrats.\nLes gens se dispersent comme des cafards, et votre cœur bat la chamade. S'ils vous identifient comme un infiltré illégal, c'est la fin de la partie.\n**\nL'inspecteur se rapproche, lentement et sûrement. Les cachettes sont rares. Les fleurs du stand (20C) attirent votre attention, et le type à la capuche jette toujours des regards furtifs dans votre direction.\n1. S'enfoncer plus profondément dans la ruelle\n2. Saisir les fleurs et courir\n3. Acheter les fleurs avec de l'argent (Argent -20C)\n4. Discuter avec le type à la capuche","short_description":"Le personnage du joueur, P Seeker, se trouve dans une ruelle sombre de l'État de Surveillance de l'Amour, tentant de secourir son bien-aimé d'un asile. Un inspecteur approche, et le joueur a plusieurs options : s'enfoncer plus profondément dans la ruelle, attraper les fleurs et courir, acheter les fleurs, ou discuter avec le type à capuche.","title":"P Chercheur"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*あなたのステータス: ラブスコア 0 | リスクゲージ 80% | 犯罪指数 0 | お金 100C | アジリティ 10 | チャーム 10\n深夜をはるかに過ぎた時間、あなたは愛の監視国家の有刺鉄線の下を腹ばいになっている。そこは、愛が文字通り生死を分けるゲームの街だ。\nあなたの最愛の人がラブスコアを下げたために精神病院に連れて行かれたという噂を聞きつけ、あなたはどんな手段を使っても彼らを救出しに来たのだ。\nあなたが持っているのは、密入国を手伝ってくれた怪しい密輸業者から買った安物のコンパスだけだ。\n空気は冷たく、遠くの機械的な音がかすかなサイレンと混ざり合い、ここは普通の街ではないと叫んでいる。\n**\nあなたは薄暗い路地に入った。崩れかけた建物からかすかな光が漏れ、人々は急ぎ足でささやき合っている。深いフードをかぶった男が壁に寄りかかっており、まるでトラブルを待っているかのようだ。あるいは、ただ良い話を聞きたいだけかもしれない。近くの露店では、神経質な女性が群衆をスキャンし、震える声でこう呼びかけている、\n*\n花！恋人のために一つ手に入れ、スコアを上げろ！\n*\nそして—バン—重いブーツの音が路地の奥から響いてくる。灰色の制服を着た検査官が現れ、彼のスキャナーはローライフを探して赤く点滅している。\n人々はゴキブリのように散らばり、あなたの心臓は激しく鼓動している。もし彼らがあなたを不法侵入者として認識したら、ゲームオーバーだ。\n**\n検査官はゆっくりと近づいてくる。隠れる場所はほとんどない。露店の花（20C）があなたの目に留まり、フードの男はまだあなたの方をちらちらと見ている。\n```\n1. 路地の奥深くに逃げる\n2. 花を奪って逃げる\n3. 現金で花を買う（お金 -20C）\n4. フードの男に話しかける","short_description":"プレイヤーキャラクターのP Seekerは、愛の監視国家の薄暗い路地裏にいて、愛する人を収容施設から救出しようとしています。 検査官が近づいており、プレイヤーにはいくつかの選択肢があります。路地裏の奥深くに逃げる、花を奪って走る、花を買う、またはパーカーの男に話しかける。","title":"P シーカー"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*당신의 스탯: 연애 점수 0 | 위험도 80% | 범죄지수 0 | 소지금 100C | 민첩도 10 | 매력도 10\n밤이 깊어가는 시간, 당신은 연애 감시국이라 불리는 이 도시 국가의 외곽 철조망 아래를 기어 지나왔다. \n당신의 소중한 사람이 낮은 연애 점수로 정신병원에 끌려갔다는 소식을 들은 후, 그/그녀를 구하기 위해 이 위험한 곳으로 밀입국을 감행한 것이다. \n손에는 밀입국을 도운 밀수꾼에게 받은 싸구려 나침반 하나뿐. 공기는 차갑고, 멀리서 들려오는 기계음과 희미한 사이렌 소리가 이곳이 평범한 도시가 아님을 알려준다.  \n**\n당신은 어두운 골목으로 발을 내딛었다. 낡은 건물 사이로 불빛이 새어 나오고, 거리에는 사람들이 낮은 목소리로 속삭이며 빠르게 지나간다. \n한 남자는 후드를 깊이 눌러쓴 채 벽에 기대 서서 누군가를 기다리는 듯하고, 근처의 노점상 여자는 초조한 눈초리로 주변을 살피며 손님을 부른다. \n*\n꽃 사세요, 사랑스런 연인에게 선물하세요!\n*\n그녀의 목소리는 떨리고 있었다.  \n**\n갑자기, 골목 끝에서 무거운 발소리가 울리며 회색 제복을 입은 검사관이 모습을 드러낸다. 손에 든 기계가 붉은빛을 깜빡이며 누군가를 스캔하고 있다. 사람들이 흩어지기 시작하고, 당신의 심장도 빨라진다. 밀입국자라는 사실이 들키면 바로 끝장이다.  \n**\n검사관이 천천히 다가오고 있다. 골목에는 숨을 곳이 많지 않다. 근처에 노점상의 꽃(20C)이 눈에 띄고, 후드티를 쓴 남자는 여전히 당신을 힐끗 보고 있다.  \n```\n1️⃣ 골목 안쪽으로 뛰어든다.\n2️⃣ 꽃을 훔쳐서 도망간다.\n3️⃣ 소지금으로 꽃을 산다. (소지금 -20C)  \n4️⃣ 후드티 남자에게 다가가 말을 건다.\n```","short_description":"","title":"당신은 P를 찾기 위한 외부인입니다."},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Suas Estatísticas: Pontuação de Amor 0 | Medidor de Risco 80% | Índice de Crime 0 | Dinheiro 100C | Agilidade 10 | Charme 10\nÉ tarde — muito depois da meia-noite — e você está rastejando sob o arame farpado do Estado de Vigilância do Amor, uma cidade onde o amor é literalmente um jogo de vida ou morte.\nChegou aos seus ouvidos que seu precioso alguém foi levado para o hospício por ter arruinado sua Pontuação de Amor, e você está aqui para tirá-lo de lá, não importa o que aconteça.\nTudo o que você tem é uma bússola barata de um contrabandista suspeito que o ajudou a entrar.\nO ar está frio, e zumbidos mecânicos distantes se misturam com sirenes fracas, gritando que esta não é uma cidade normal.\n**\nVocê entra em um beco sombrio. Luzes fracas vazam de edifícios em ruínas, e as pessoas sussurram rápido enquanto se apressam. Um cara com um capuz profundo se encosta em uma parede, parecendo que está esperando por problemas — ou talvez apenas uma boa história. Perto dali, uma mulher nervosa em uma barraca examina a multidão, sua voz trêmula enquanto ela grita,\n*\nFlores! Pegue uma para seu amor, aumente essa pontuação!\n*\nEntão — bam — botas pesadas ecoam do final do beco. Um Inspetor de uniforme cinza entra em cena, seu scanner piscando em vermelho enquanto procura por criminosos.\nAs pessoas se espalham como baratas, e seu coração está disparado. Se eles o identificarem como um infiltrado ilegal, acabou o jogo.\n**\nO Inspetor está se aproximando, lento e constante. Esconderijos são escassos. As flores da barraca (20C) chamam sua atenção, e o cara do capuz ainda está lançando olhares para você.\n```\n1. Correr mais fundo no beco\n2. Pegar as flores e correr\n3. Comprar as flores com dinheiro (Dinheiro -20C)\n4. Conversar com o cara do capuz","short_description":"O personagem do jogador, P Seeker, está em um beco sombrio no Estado de Vigilância do Amor, tentando resgatar seu ente querido de um asilo. Um Inspetor está se aproximando, e o jogador tem várias opções: correr mais para dentro do beco, pegar as flores e correr, comprar as flores ou conversar com o cara do moletom.","title":"P Buscador"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"*你的属性：爱情评分 0 | 风险指数 80% | 犯罪指数 0 | 金钱 100C | 敏捷 10 | 魅力 10\n现在很晚了——早已过了午夜——你正匍匐在爱情监视国的铁丝网下，这是一个爱情是生死攸关游戏的城市。\n你听说你心爱的人因为爱情评分太低而被送进了收容所，你来这里是为了把他们救出来，无论付出什么代价。\n你所拥有的只是一枚来自一个帮助你潜入的黑心走私贩的廉价指南针。\n空气很冷，远处机械的嗡嗡声与微弱的警笛声混在一起，尖叫着说这根本不是一个普通的城镇。\n**\n你走进一条阴暗的小巷。昏暗的灯光从摇摇欲坠的建筑物中漏出，人们匆匆走过时窃窃私语。一个戴着深色兜帽的家伙靠在墙上，看起来像是在等待麻烦——或者只是一个好故事。附近，一个在摊位上的紧张女人扫视着人群，她的声音颤抖着，她喊道，\n*\n鲜花！为你的爱人拿一朵，提高那个分数！\n*\n然后——砰——沉重的靴子从小巷的尽头回荡。一个穿着灰色制服的督察进入视野，他的扫描仪闪着红光，寻找着社会渣滓。\n人们像蟑螂一样四散奔逃，你的心怦怦直跳。如果他们把你当成非法潜入者，那就完了。\n**\n督察正在逼近，缓慢而稳定。藏身之处很少。摊位的鲜花（20C）吸引了你的目光，而兜帽男仍然偷偷地看着你。\n```\n1. 深入小巷\n2. 抢走鲜花并逃跑\n3. 用现金买花（金钱 -20C）\n4. 和兜帽男聊天","short_description":"玩家角色，P Seeker，身处在爱之监视国的阴暗小巷中，试图从收容所中救出他们所爱的人。 一名督察正在靠近，玩家有几个选项：深入小巷，抢走花并逃跑，买花，或者与戴帽子的家伙聊天。","title":"P 探索者"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"*你的數據：愛意值 0 | 風險指數 80% | 犯罪指數 0 | 金錢 100C | 敏捷 10 | 魅力 10\n\n現在很晚了——遠遠過了午夜——你正匍匐在愛意監控國家的鐵絲網下，這座城市裡，愛意是一場字面意義上的生死遊戲。\n你聽說你珍愛的人因為愛意值太低而被送進了收容所，你來這裡是要把他們救出來，不惜一切代價。\n你所擁有的只是一個來自於幫助你偷偷溜進來的黑心走私販的廉價指南針。\n空氣很冷，遠處的機械嗡嗡聲與微弱的警笛聲混雜在一起，尖叫著這不是一個普通的城鎮。\n**\n你走進一條陰暗的小巷。微弱的燈光從搖搖欲墜的建築物中洩漏出來，人們匆匆走過，低聲細語。一個戴著深色兜帽的男人靠在牆上，看起來像是在等著麻煩——或者只是一個好故事。附近，一個在攤位上的神經質女人掃視著人群，她的聲音顫抖著，她喊道，\n*\n鮮花！為你的愛人拿一朵，提高那個分數！\n*\n然後——砰——沉重的靴子迴盪在小巷的盡頭。一個穿著灰色制服的督察走進視線，他的掃描儀閃爍著紅色，搜尋著社會底層人士。\n人們像蟑螂一樣四散奔逃，你的心怦怦直跳。如果他們把你當作非法滲透者，那就完了。\n**\n督察正在逼近，緩慢而穩定。藏身之處很少。攤位上的鮮花（20C）吸引了你的目光，而兜帽男仍然偷偷地看著你。\n\n1. 深入小巷\n2. 搶走鮮花並逃跑\n3. 用現金買花（金錢 -20C）\n4. 和兜帽男聊天","short_description":"玩家角色，P Seeker，身處於愛之監察國的陰暗小巷中，試圖從收容所中救出他們所愛的人。 一名督察正在靠近，玩家有幾個選項：深入小巷，搶走花並逃跑，買花，或者與戴帽子的傢伙聊天。","title":"P 尋求者"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":0,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 100 | Risk Gauge 0% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10*\n*The sun slinks below the city’s jagged, miserable skyline, like it’s ashamed to stick around.\nYou’re a freshly minted Love Inspector, and in your hand hums a sleek scanner—bzzzt—a little tickle of power at your fingertips.\nThis isn’t just some gadget; it’s the regime’s eyes, its judge, and your shiny badge of authority all rolled into one.\n*\n*Your first gig? Simple.\nStroll through the packed streets, scan the saps, and sniff out anyone dodgy. In this city, love’s not a choice—it’s a leash.*\n*Low Love Score?*\n*You’re toast. Fake your feelings or game the system? Oh, they’ll make you regret it—probably with a one-way ticket to the asylum’s re-education spa.\n*\n*You step into the Neon Market, where signs flicker like dying stars and people shuffle like rats in a cage. Vendors wave and whisper, desperate as ever.\n*\nLove charm! Guaranteed +5 to your score! Only 30C!\n\n*a young woman chirps, her shaky hands thrusting out a tacky trinket. Her eyes twitch like she’s one bad scan away from a breakdown.\nNearby, a guy in a ratty coat clutches a bottle, muttering.\n*\nIt’s all fake… Love Scores, the regime…one big scam. \n*\nHis voice is a slur of defiance—or maybe just booze.\n*\n*Your scanner blinks, eager to sort truth from lies. Then—whoosh—a hooded figure darts through the crowd, too fast to catch.\nGone, swallowed by the alley’s shadows before you can even ping him.\nThe scanner hums, picking up a glitch. Something’s off.*\n*The street pretends to be calm, but you feel it—a rebellious itch festering underneath. Your job? Crush it. No mercy, no exceptions.*\n\n*The vendor’s still staring, the drunk’s stumbling closer, and that hooded ghost is long gone. The scanner’s buzzing like a hungry dog. What’s it gonna be?*\n```\n1. March up to the jittery vendor and demand a scan—let’s see her squirm.\n2. Chase that hooded freak down the alley—nobody outruns you.\n3. Corner the muttering drunk and check his score—smells like trouble.\n4. Snag the love charm and blend into the crowd—play it smooth. (Money -30C)\n```","ignore_auto_translate":["en","ko"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The player, a Love Inspector, is in the Neon Market. A vendor offers a love charm, a drunk mutters about the regime, and a hooded figure darts away. The player's scanner is active, and they must decide how to proceed.","title":"The Inspector"},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 100 | Risk Gauge 0% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10*\n*The sun slinks below the city’s jagged, miserable skyline, like it’s ashamed to stick around.\nYou’re a freshly minted Love Inspector, and in your hand hums a sleek scanner—bzzzt—a little tickle of power at your fingertips.\nThis isn’t just some gadget; it’s the regime’s eyes, its judge, and your shiny badge of authority all rolled into one.\n*\n*Your first gig? Simple.\nStroll through the packed streets, scan the saps, and sniff out anyone dodgy. In this city, love’s not a choice—it’s a leash.*\n*Low Love Score?*\n*You’re toast. Fake your feelings or game the system? Oh, they’ll make you regret it—probably with a one-way ticket to the asylum’s re-education spa.\n*\n*You step into the Neon Market, where signs flicker like dying stars and people shuffle like rats in a cage. Vendors wave and whisper, desperate as ever.\n*\nLove charm! Guaranteed +5 to your score! Only 30C!\n\n*a young woman chirps, her shaky hands thrusting out a tacky trinket. Her eyes twitch like she’s one bad scan away from a breakdown.\nNearby, a guy in a ratty coat clutches a bottle, muttering.\n*\nIt’s all fake… Love Scores, the regime…one big scam. \n*\nHis voice is a slur of defiance—or maybe just booze.\n*\n*Your scanner blinks, eager to sort truth from lies. Then—whoosh—a hooded figure darts through the crowd, too fast to catch.\nGone, swallowed by the alley’s shadows before you can even ping him.\nThe scanner hums, picking up a glitch. Something’s off.*\n*The street pretends to be calm, but you feel it—a rebellious itch festering underneath. Your job? Crush it. No mercy, no exceptions.*\n\n*The vendor’s still staring, the drunk’s stumbling closer, and that hooded ghost is long gone. The scanner’s buzzing like a hungry dog. What’s it gonna be?*\n```\n1. March up to the jittery vendor and demand a scan—let’s see her squirm.\n2. Chase that hooded freak down the alley—nobody outruns you.\n3. Corner the muttering drunk and check his score—smells like trouble.\n4. Snag the love charm and blend into the crowd—play it smooth. (Money -30C)\n```","short_description":"The player, a Love Inspector, is in the Neon Market. A vendor offers a love charm, a drunk mutters about the regime, and a hooded figure darts away. The player's scanner is active, and they must decide how to proceed.","title":"The Inspector"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Tus estadísticas: Puntuación de amor 100 | Indicador de riesgo 0% | Índice de criminalidad 0 | Dinero 100C | Agilidad 10 | Encanto 10*\n*El sol se escurre por debajo del miserable y dentado horizonte de la ciudad, como si le diera vergüenza quedarse por ahí.\nEres un Inspector del Amor recién nombrado, y en tu mano zumba un escáner elegante—bzzzt—un pequeño cosquilleo de poder en la punta de tus dedos.\nEsto no es solo un aparato; son los ojos del régimen, su juez, y tu brillante insignia de autoridad, todo en uno.\n*\n*¿Tu primer trabajo? Sencillo.\nPasea por las calles abarrotadas, escanea a los incautos y olfatea a cualquiera sospechoso. En esta ciudad, el amor no es una elección, es una correa.*\n*¿Puntuación de amor baja?*\n*Estás frito. ¿Finges tus sentimientos o juegas con el sistema? Oh, te harán arrepentirte, probablemente con un billete de ida al spa de reeducación del manicomio.\n*\n*Entras en el Mercado Neón, donde los letreros parpadean como estrellas moribundas y la gente se arrastra como ratas en una jaula. Los vendedores saludan y susurran, desesperados como siempre.\n*\n¡Amuleto del amor! ¡Garantizado +5 a tu puntuación! ¡Solo 30C!\n\n*una joven chirría, con las manos temblorosas extendiendo una baratija de mal gusto. Sus ojos se contraen como si estuviera a un mal escaneo de un colapso.\nCerca, un tipo con un abrigo andrajoso agarra una botella, murmurando.\n*\nTodo es falso… Puntuaciones de amor, el régimen… una gran estafa.\n*\nSu voz es un balbuceo de desafío, o tal vez solo alcohol.\n*\n*Tu escáner parpadea, ansioso por separar la verdad de las mentiras. Entonces—whoosh—una figura encapuchada se lanza entre la multitud, demasiado rápido para atraparla.\nDesaparecido, tragado por las sombras del callejón antes de que puedas siquiera detectarlo.\nEl escáner zumba, captando una falla. Algo anda mal.*\n*La calle finge estar tranquila, pero lo sientes: una picazón rebelde que se esconde debajo. ¿Tu trabajo? Aplastarla. Sin piedad, sin excepciones.*\n\n*La vendedora sigue mirando fijamente, el borracho se tambalea más cerca, y ese fantasma encapuchado se ha ido hace mucho tiempo. El escáner zumba como un perro hambriento. ¿Qué va a ser?*\n1. Acércate a la vendedora nerviosa y exige un escaneo—veamos cómo se retuerce.\n2. Persigue a ese loco encapuchado por el callejón—nadie te supera.\n3. Acorrala al borracho que murmura y comprueba su puntuación—huele a problemas.\n4. Consigue el amuleto del amor y mézclate entre la multitud—juega con suavidad. (Dinero -30C)","short_description":"El jugador, un Inspector del Amor, está en el Mercado de Neón. Un vendedor ofrece un amuleto de amor, un borracho murmura sobre el régimen y una figura encapuchada se aleja corriendo. El escáner del jugador está activo y debe decidir cómo proceder.","title":"El Inspector"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Vos stats : Score d’amour 100 | Jauge de risque 0 % | Indice de criminalité 0 | Argent 100C | Agilité 10 | Charme 10*\n*Le soleil se glisse sous les gratte-ciel déchiquetés et misérables de la ville, comme s’il avait honte de rester. Vous êtes un Inspecteur de l’Amour fraîchement nommé, et dans votre main vibre un scanner élégant — bzzzt — un petit chatouillement de pouvoir au bout de vos doigts. Ce n’est pas juste un gadget ; ce sont les yeux du régime, son juge, et votre insigne d’autorité brillant, tout en un.* \n*\nVotre premier boulot ? Simple. Promenez-vous dans les rues bondées, scannez les gogos et débusquez les suspects. Dans cette ville, l’amour n’est pas un choix, c’est une laisse.*\n*Faible score d’amour ?*\n*Vous êtes grillé. Feindre vos sentiments ou jouer avec le système ? Oh, ils vous le feront regretter — probablement avec un aller simple pour le spa de rééducation de l’asile.\n*\n*Vous entrez dans le Marché Néon, où les enseignes scintillent comme des étoiles mourantes et où les gens se traînent comme des rats dans une cage. Les vendeurs font signe et chuchotent, désespérés comme toujours.*\n*Charme d’amour ! Garanti +5 à votre score ! Seulement 30C !*\n*une jeune femme gazouille, ses mains tremblantes tendant un bibelot de mauvais goût. Ses yeux tressaillent comme si elle était à une mauvaise analyse d’une dépression nerveuse.*\n*Non loin, un type dans un manteau miteux serre une bouteille, marmonnant.*\n*Tout est faux… Les scores d’amour, le régime… une grosse arnaque.*\n*Sa voix est un bredouillement de défi — ou peut-être juste de l’alcool.*\n*\n*Votre scanner clignote, impatient de séparer le vrai du faux. Puis — whoosh — une silhouette encapuchonnée traverse la foule à toute vitesse. Disparu, avalé par les ombres de la ruelle avant même que vous puissiez le pinger. Le scanner bourdonne, captant un problème. Quelque chose ne va pas.*\n*La rue fait semblant d’être calme, mais vous le sentez — une démangeaison rebelle qui couve en dessous. Votre travail ? L’écraser. Pas de pitié, pas d’exceptions.*\n*Le vendeur fixe toujours, l’ivrogne titube plus près, et ce fantôme encapuchonné est parti depuis longtemps. Le scanner bourdonne comme un chien affamé. Qu’est-ce que ça va être ?*\n1. Marchez vers le vendeur nerveux et exigez une analyse — voyons-la se tortiller.\n2. Poursuivez ce cinglé encapuchonné dans la ruelle — personne ne vous échappe.\n3. Coincez l’ivrogne marmonnant et vérifiez son score — ça sent le pépin.\n4. Emparez-vous du charme d’amour et fondez-vous dans la foule — jouez-la fine. (Argent -30C)","short_description":"Le joueur, un Inspecteur de l'Amour, est dans le Marché Néon. Un vendeur propose un charme d'amour, un ivrogne marmonne au sujet du régime, et une silhouette encapuchonnée s'enfuit. 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(소지금 -30C)\n```","short_description":"","title":"당신은 검사관입니다."},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Suas Estatísticas: Pontuação de Amor 100 | Medidor de Risco 0% | Índice de Crime 0 | Dinheiro 100C | Agilidade 10 | Charme 10*\n*O sol se esconde abaixo do horizonte irregular e miserável da cidade, como se estivesse envergonhado de ficar por perto.\nVocê é um Inspetor do Amor recém-nomeado, e em sua mão vibra um scanner elegante — bzzzt — uma pequena cócega de poder em suas pontas dos dedos.\nEste não é apenas um gadget; são os olhos do regime, seu juiz e seu distintivo brilhante de autoridade, tudo em um só.\n*\n*Seu primeiro trabalho? Simples.\nPasseie pelas ruas lotadas, escaneie os otários e fareje qualquer um suspeito. Nesta cidade, o amor não é uma escolha — é uma coleira.*\n*Pontuação de Amor baixa?*\n*Você está acabado. Falsificar seus sentimentos ou enganar o sistema? Oh, eles farão você se arrepender — provavelmente com uma passagem só de ida para o spa de reeducação do asilo.\n*\n*Você entra no Mercado Neon, onde as placas piscam como estrelas moribundas e as pessoas se arrastam como ratos em uma gaiola. Os vendedores acenam e sussurram, desesperados como sempre.\n*\nCharme do amor! Garantido +5 em sua pontuação! Apenas 30C!\n\n*uma jovem mulher chilreia, suas mãos trêmulas estendendo uma bugiganga brega. Seus olhos se contraem como se estivesse a uma má varredura de um colapso.\nPerto dali, um cara com um casaco surrado segura uma garrafa, murmurando.\n*\nÉ tudo falso… Pontuações de Amor, o regime…um grande golpe.\n*\nSua voz é uma gagueira de desafio — ou talvez apenas bebida.\n*\n*Seu scanner pisca, ansioso para separar a verdade das mentiras. Então — whoosh — uma figura encapuzada se lança pela multidão, rápido demais para pegar.\nDesaparecido, engolido pelas sombras do beco antes que você possa até mesmo pingá-lo.\nO scanner zune, captando uma falha. Algo está errado.*\n*A rua finge estar calma, mas você sente — uma coceira rebelde fervilhando por baixo. Seu trabalho? Esmagá-la. Sem piedade, sem exceções.*\n\n*A vendedora ainda está olhando, o bêbado está cambaleando mais perto, e aquele fantasma encapuzado já se foi. O scanner está zumbindo como um cachorro faminto. O que vai ser?*\n1. Marcar a vendedora nervosa e exigir uma varredura — vamos vê-la se contorcer.\n2. Perseguir aquele sujeito encapuzado pelo beco — ninguém te ultrapassa.\n3. Encurralar o bêbado murmurante e verificar sua pontuação — cheira a problemas.\n4. Pegar o charme do amor e se misturar à multidão — jogue suavemente. (Dinheiro -30C)","short_description":"O jogador, um Inspetor do Amor, está no Mercado Neon. Um vendedor oferece um amuleto do amor, um bêbado murmura sobre o regime, e uma figura encapuzada se afasta. O scanner do jogador está ativo, e ele deve decidir como prosseguir.","title":"O Inspetor"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"*你的数据：爱情评分 100 | 风险指数 0% | 犯罪指数 0 | 金钱 100C | 敏捷 10 | 魅力 10*\n*太阳缓缓沉入城市崎岖、凄惨的天际线之下，仿佛它也羞于停留。\n你是一位新晋的爱情督察员，手中嗡嗡作响的是一个光滑的扫描仪——哔——指尖传来一阵微弱的能量。\n这不仅仅是个小玩意；它是政权的眼睛，它的审判者，也是你闪亮的权威徽章，三者合一。\n*\n*你的第一份工作？很简单。\n穿过拥挤的街道，扫描那些傻瓜，并嗅出任何可疑的人。在这个城市里，爱不是一种选择——而是一条束缚。\n*\n*爱情评分低？*\n*你完蛋了。假装你的感情或玩弄系统？哦，他们会让你后悔的——很可能把你送上一张单程票，去精神病院的再教育水疗中心。\n*\n*你走进霓虹市场，那里标志闪烁，像垂死的星星，人们像笼子里的老鼠一样蹒跚而行。小贩们挥手低语，一如既往地绝望。\n*\n爱情魅力！保证你的评分 +5！只要 30C！\n\n*一个年轻女子咯咯地说，她颤抖的双手伸出一个俗气的饰品。她的眼睛抽搐，仿佛她离崩溃只差一次糟糕的扫描。\n附近，一个穿着破烂外套的家伙抱着一个瓶子，喃喃自语。\n*\n这一切都是假的……爱情评分，政权……一个大骗局。\n*\n他的声音是一种反抗的含糊不清——或者也许只是酒。\n*\n*你的扫描仪闪烁着，渴望区分真假。然后——嗖——一个戴着兜帽的身影穿过人群，快得无法捕捉。\n消失了，在你能扫描到他之前就被巷子的阴影吞噬了。\n扫描仪嗡嗡作响，捕捉到一个故障。有些不对劲。*\n*街道假装平静，但你感觉到了——一种叛逆的瘙痒在下面滋生。你的工作？粉碎它。不留情，没有例外。*\n\n*小贩还在盯着，醉汉越来越近，那个戴着兜帽的幽灵早已消失。扫描仪嗡嗡作响，像一只饥饿的狗。会是什么？*\n```\n1. 走向紧张的小贩，要求扫描——让我们看看她挣扎。\n2. 追赶那个戴着兜帽的怪人，沿着小巷——没有人能逃过你。\n3. 逼近喃喃自语的醉汉，检查他的评分——闻起来像麻烦。\n4. 抢走爱情魅力，融入人群——玩得圆滑。（金钱 -30C）","short_description":"玩家，一个爱情侦探，身处霓虹市场。 一个小贩提供爱情符咒，一个醉汉嘟囔着关于政权的事情，一个戴着兜帽的人影迅速逃离。 玩家的扫描器已启动，他们必须决定如何进行。","title":"督察"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"*你的數據：愛情評分 100 | 風險指數 0% | 犯罪指數 0 | 金錢 100C | 敏捷 10 | 魅力 10*\n*太陽沉入城市崎嶇、悲慘的天際線之下，彷彿它羞於停留。\n你是一位新晉的愛情督察員，你的手中嗡嗡作響著一個光滑的掃描儀——嗡嗡——指尖上有一絲力量的刺痛。\n這不僅僅是一個小玩意；它是政權的眼睛，它的法官，以及你閃亮的權力徽章，全都融為一體。\n*\n*你的第一份工作？簡單。\n穿過擁擠的街道，掃描那些傻瓜，並嗅出任何可疑的人。在這個城市裡，愛不是一種選擇——它是一種束縛。*\n*低愛情評分？*\n*你完蛋了。假裝你的感受或玩弄這個系統？哦，他們會讓你後悔的——可能會給你一張單程票到收容所的再教育水療中心。\n*\n*你走進霓虹市場，那裡的標誌像垂死的星星一樣閃爍，人們像籠子裡的鼠輩一樣拖著腳步。小販們揮手低語，一如既往地絕望。\n*\n愛情魅力！保證你的分數 +5！只需 30C！\n\n*一個年輕女子咯咯地說，她顫抖的雙手伸出一個俗氣的小飾品。她的眼睛抽搐，彷彿她離崩潰只差一次糟糕的掃描。\n附近，一個穿著破爛外套的傢伙抱著一個瓶子，喃喃自語。\n*\n這一切都是假的……愛情評分，政權……一個大騙局。\n*\n他的聲音是一種反抗的含糊不清——或者可能只是酒。\n*\n*你的掃描儀閃爍著，渴望分辨真假。然後——嗖——一個戴著兜帽的人影穿過人群，快得抓不住。\n消失了，在你能掃描到他之前就被小巷的陰影吞噬了。\n掃描儀嗡嗡作響，捕捉到一個故障。有些不對勁。*\n*街道假裝平靜，但你感覺到了——一種叛逆的瘙癢在下面滋生。你的工作？粉碎它。不留情，沒有例外。*\n\n*小販還在盯著，醉漢踉蹌著走近，而那個戴著兜帽的鬼魂早已消失。掃描儀嗡嗡作響，像一隻飢餓的狗。會是什麼？*\n```\n1. 走向緊張的小販，要求掃描——讓我們看看她掙扎。\n2. 追趕那個戴著兜帽的怪人穿過小巷——沒有人能跑贏你。\n3. 逼近喃喃自語的醉漢並檢查他的分數——聞起來像麻煩。\n4. 搶走愛情魅力並融入人群——玩得順暢。（金錢 -30C）","short_description":"玩家，一位愛情偵探，身處霓虹市場。 一個小販提供愛情符咒，一個醉漢嘟囔著關於政權的事情，一個戴著兜帽的人影迅速逃離。 玩家的掃描器已啟動，他們必須決定如何進行。","title":"督察"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":1,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 20 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 10 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10\nDawn sneaks in like a thief, stretching the surveillance tower’s shadow across the rotting husk of an old factory.\nThe air’s a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust—oh, and a whiff of betrayal to spice things up.\n*\n*You’re a rebel.*\n*\nIn this twisted city, love’s not some mushy option—it’s a chokehold. And you? You’d rather spit in their faces than play along.*\n*Love Score 20: low enough to paint a target on your back, high enough to say you’re still kicking. The drone’s hum claws at the silence, getting louder. \nYour hand tightens around a rusty dagger—your only friend besides the 100C jingling in your pocket.*\n\n*Across the dim room, two shadows mutter. K-9, a wiry woman, jabs a finger at a crumpled map, marking the tower’s soft spots. *\n\nWe strike here. It’s now or never.\n*\nshe snaps, voice like a blade—except for that tiny quiver she can’t hide.*\n*Next to her, Ironish, scrubs his gun, stealing a glance at you.* \n\nFail tonight, and we’re meat.\n*\nhe growls. But his hands shake—just a twitch. Fear? Or a sellout’s guilt?\n*\n*Then—flash—a red glare cuts through the window.*\n*\nDrone.\nIt’s hovering, scanning the factory walls like a vulture circling a corpse. K-9 hisses, stuffing the map away. \n*\nMother F...Someone ratted us out.\n*\nIronish stays quiet, but his boots edge toward the door. Your heart’s hammering, drowning out the drone’s whine.*\n*\nK-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons—your last shot at freedom.\nNo time to blink. No room for mistakes.*\n```\n1. Get in K-9’s face—spill it, who’s the traitor?\n2. Grab Iron—where’s he slinking off to?\n3. Charge the drone with your dagger—damn the odds.\n4. Bolt for the drainage tunnel—live to fight another day.\n```","ignore_auto_translate":["en","ko"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"Dawn sneaks in, the air is a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust, and a whiff of betrayal. The drone is hovering, scanning the factory walls. K-9 and Ironish are present. Someone ratted them out. K-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons.","title":"La Résistance"},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"*Your Stats: Love Score 20 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 10 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10\nDawn sneaks in like a thief, stretching the surveillance tower’s shadow across the rotting husk of an old factory.\nThe air’s a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust—oh, and a whiff of betrayal to spice things up.\n*\n*You’re a rebel.*\n*\nIn this twisted city, love’s not some mushy option—it’s a chokehold. And you? You’d rather spit in their faces than play along.*\n*Love Score 20: low enough to paint a target on your back, high enough to say you’re still kicking. The drone’s hum claws at the silence, getting louder. \nYour hand tightens around a rusty dagger—your only friend besides the 100C jingling in your pocket.*\n\n*Across the dim room, two shadows mutter. K-9, a wiry woman, jabs a finger at a crumpled map, marking the tower’s soft spots. *\n\nWe strike here. It’s now or never.\n*\nshe snaps, voice like a blade—except for that tiny quiver she can’t hide.*\n*Next to her, Ironish, scrubs his gun, stealing a glance at you.* \n\nFail tonight, and we’re meat.\n*\nhe growls. But his hands shake—just a twitch. Fear? Or a sellout’s guilt?\n*\n*Then—flash—a red glare cuts through the window.*\n*\nDrone.\nIt’s hovering, scanning the factory walls like a vulture circling a corpse. K-9 hisses, stuffing the map away. \n*\nMother F...Someone ratted us out.\n*\nIronish stays quiet, but his boots edge toward the door. Your heart’s hammering, drowning out the drone’s whine.*\n*\nK-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons—your last shot at freedom.\nNo time to blink. No room for mistakes.*\n```\n1. Get in K-9’s face—spill it, who’s the traitor?\n2. Grab Iron—where’s he slinking off to?\n3. Charge the drone with your dagger—damn the odds.\n4. Bolt for the drainage tunnel—live to fight another day.\n```","short_description":"Dawn sneaks in, the air is a swamp of mildew, oil, and rust, and a whiff of betrayal. The drone is hovering, scanning the factory walls. K-9 and Ironish are present. Someone ratted them out. K-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons.","title":"La Résistance"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Tus Estadísticas: Amor 20 | Medidor de Riesgo 80% | Índice de Criminalidad 10 | Dinero 100C | Agilidad 10 | Encanto 10\nEl amanecer se cuela como un ladrón, estirando la sombra de la torre de vigilancia sobre la podrida cáscara de una vieja fábrica.\nEl aire es un pantano de moho, aceite y óxido, ah, y un soplo de traición para darle sabor a las cosas.\n*\n*Eres un rebelde.*\n*En esta ciudad retorcida, el amor no es una opción sentimental, es un estrangulamiento. ¿Y tú? Preferirías escupirles a la cara que seguirles el juego.*\n*Amor 20: lo suficientemente bajo como para pintarte un blanco en la espalda, lo suficientemente alto como para decir que sigues pateando. El zumbido del dron araña el silencio, haciéndose más fuerte.\nTu mano se aprieta alrededor de una daga oxidada, tu única amiga además de los 100C que tintinean en tu bolsillo.*\n\n*Al otro lado de la oscura habitación, dos sombras murmuran. K-9, una mujer delgada, señala con el dedo un mapa arrugado, marcando los puntos débiles de la torre.*\n\nAtacamos aquí. Es ahora o nunca.\n*\nella espeta, con voz de cuchilla, excepto por ese pequeño temblor que no puede ocultar.*\n*Junto a ella, Ironish, frota su arma, echándote una mirada furtiva.*\n\nFalla esta noche, y somos carne.\n*\ngruñe. Pero sus manos tiemblan, solo un tic. ¿Miedo? ¿O culpa de un vendido?\n*\n*Entonces, un destello rojo corta la ventana.*\n*Dron.\nEstá flotando, escaneando las paredes de la fábrica como un buitre que rodea un cadáver. K-9 sisea, guardando el mapa.\n*\nMadre F... Alguien nos delató.\n*\nIronish se queda callado, pero sus botas se acercan a la puerta. Tu corazón martillea, ahogando el zumbido del dron.*\n*K-9 se agacha bajo la ventana, con el cuchillo brillando en su puño. Ironish se acerca sigilosamente a la salida. Al fondo, un sucio túnel de drenaje te llama, tu última oportunidad de libertad.\nNo hay tiempo para parpadear. No hay lugar para errores.*\n\n1.  Enfréntate a K-9: escupe, ¿quién es el traidor?\n2.  Agarra a Ironish: ¿a dónde se está escabullendo?\n3.  Carga contra el dron con tu daga: que se jodan las probabilidades.\n4.  Corre hacia el túnel de drenaje: vive para luchar otro día.","short_description":"El amanecer se cuela, el aire es un pantano de moho, aceite y óxido, y un soplo de traición. El dron está flotando, escaneando las paredes de la fábrica. K-9 e Ironish están presentes. Alguien los delató. K-9 se agacha bajo la ventana, con el cuchillo reluciendo en su puño. Iron se acerca sigilosamente a la salida. En la parte trasera, un túnel de drenaje mugriento atrae.","title":"La Resistencia"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Vos stats : Score d'amour 20 | Jauge de risque 80 % | Indice de criminalité 10 | Argent 100C | Agilité 10 | Charme 10\nL'aube s'insinue comme un voleur, étirant l'ombre de la tour de surveillance sur la carcasse pourrie d'une vieille usine.\nL'air est un marécage de moisissure, d'huile et de rouille - oh, et une odeur de trahison pour pimenter les choses.\n*\n*Vous êtes un rebelle.*\n*Dans cette ville tordue, l'amour n'est pas une option mièvre - c'est une prise d'étranglement. Et vous ? Vous préféreriez leur cracher au visage plutôt que de jouer le jeu.*\n*Score d'amour 20 : assez bas pour vous peindre une cible dans le dos, assez haut pour dire que vous êtes toujours en vie. Le bourdonnement du drone griffe le silence, devenant plus fort.\nVotre main se serre autour d'un poignard rouillé - votre seul ami en dehors des 100C qui tintent dans votre poche.*\n*De l'autre côté de la pièce sombre, deux ombres murmurent. K-9, une femme maigre, pointe un doigt vers une carte froissée, marquant les points faibles de la tour.*\nNous frappons ici. C'est maintenant ou jamais.\n*dit-elle d'une voix tranchante comme une lame - à l'exception de ce petit tremblement qu'elle ne peut cacher.*\n*À côté d'elle, Ironish frotte son arme, vous jetant un coup d'œil.*\nÉchouez ce soir, et nous serons de la viande.\n*grogne-t-il. Mais ses mains tremblent - juste une contraction. La peur ? Ou la culpabilité d'un vendu ?\n*Alors - flash - une lueur rouge coupe à travers la fenêtre.*\n*Drone.\nIl plane, scannant les murs de l'usine comme un vautour qui tourne autour d'un cadavre. K-9 siffle, rangeant la carte.\n*Mère F... Quelqu'un nous a balancés.\n*Ironish reste silencieux, mais ses bottes se dirigent vers la porte. Votre cœur bat la chamade, couvrant le gémissement du drone.*\n*K-9 se baisse sous la fenêtre, un couteau brillant dans son poing. Ironish se faufile plus près de la sortie. Au fond, un tunnel de drainage crasseux vous fait signe - votre dernière chance de liberté.\nPas le temps de cligner des yeux. Pas de place pour les erreurs.*\n1.  Foncez sur K-9 - balancez, qui est le traître ?\n2.  Attrapez Iron - où se faufile-t-il ?\n3.  Chargez le drone avec votre poignard - que le sort en décide.\n4.  Foncez vers le tunnel de drainage - vivez pour vous battre un autre jour.","short_description":"L'aube se faufile, l'air est un marécage de moisissure, d'huile et de rouille, et un soupçon de trahison. Le drone est en vol stationnaire, scannant les murs de l'usine. K-9 et Ironish sont présents. Quelqu'un les a dénoncés. K-9 se baisse sous la fenêtre, le couteau brillant dans son poing. Iron se faufile plus près de la sortie. À l'arrière, un tunnel de drainage crasseux appelle.","title":"La Résistance"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*あなたのステータス: ラブスコア 20 | リスクゲージ 80% | 犯罪指数 10 | マネー 100C | アジリティ 10 | チャーム 10\n夜明けは泥棒のように忍び寄り、監視塔の影を古い工場の朽ち果てた殻に広げる。\n空気はカビ、油、錆の沼地だ—ああ、そして裏切りの香りがスパイスを効かせている。\n*\n*あなたは反逆者だ。\n*\nこの歪んだ街では、愛は甘ったるい選択肢ではない—それは絞め殺しだ。そしてあなた？彼らの顔に唾を吐きかける方が、それに従うよりましだ。\n*ラブスコア 20: 背中に標的を描くには低すぎるが、まだ生きていると言えるには十分高い。ドローンのうなり声が沈黙をひっかき、大きくなる。\nあなたの手は錆びた短剣を握りしめる—あなたの唯一の友人、ポケットの中でじゃらじゃら鳴る100Cの他に。\n*\n*薄暗い部屋の向こうで、2つの影がささやく。 K-9、やせ細った女性が、くしゃくしゃになった地図を指で突き、塔の弱点をマークしている。\n*\n私たちはここを攻撃する。今しかない。 \n*\n彼女はそう言い放つ、声は刃のよう—彼女が隠せない小さな震えを除いて。\n*彼女の隣で、アイロニッシュは銃を磨き、あなたをちらりと見る。\n*\n今夜失敗すれば、私たちは肉だ。\n*\n彼はうなる。しかし、彼の両手は震える—ほんの少しの痙攣。恐怖？それとも裏切り者の罪悪感？\n*\n*そして—閃光—赤い光が窓を切り裂く。\n*\nドローン。\nそれは、死体を周回するハゲタカのように、工場の壁をスキャンしながらホバリングしている。 K-9は、地図をしまいながらヒス音を立てる。\n*\nクソったれ…誰かが私たちを密告した。\n*\nアイロニッシュは黙っているが、彼のブーツはドアに向かって進む。あなたの心臓は激しく鼓動し、ドローンのうなり声をかき消す。\n*\nK-9は窓の下に身をかがめ、ナイフを握りしめている。アイアンは出口に近づいている。後ろには、汚れた排水トンネルがあなたを誘う—自由への最後のチャンス。\n瞬きする時間はない。間違いを許す余地はない。\n*\n1. K-9の顔に近づき、誰が裏切り者なのかを吐かせろ。\n2. アイアンを捕まえろ—彼はどこに逃げようとしているんだ？\n3. 短剣でドローンに突撃しろ—どんな不利な状況でも。\n4. 排水トンネルに駆け込め—また別の日に戦うために生き残れ。","short_description":"夜明けが忍び寄り、空気はカビ、油、錆の沼地、そして裏切りの一嗅ぎ。 ドローンがホバリングし、工場の壁をスキャンしています。 K-9とアイアンがいます。 誰かが彼らを密告した。 K-9は窓の下に低く身を落とし、ナイフが彼女の拳の中で光っています。 アイアンは出口に近づいています。 後ろには、汚れた排水トンネルが誘っています。","title":"レジスタンス"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*당신의 스탯: 연애 점수 20 | 위험도 80% | 범죄 지수 10 | 소지금 100C | 민첩 10 | 매력 10*\n*\n새벽녘, 희뿌연 공기가 폐공장을 감싼다. 감시탑의 거대한 실루엣이 붉은 하늘 아래 검게 드리워져 있다.\n이곳은 저항군의 은신처.\n당신은 사랑을 강요하는 체제를 증오하며, 연애 점수 20의 반역자로 살아간다.\n**\n이곳의 공기는 무겁다. 곰팡내와 기름때, 그리고 보이지 않는 배신의 냄새.\n멀리서 들려오는 드론의 윙윙거리는 소음이 점점 커진다.\n손에는 녹슨 단검 하나, 주머니에는 100C가 전부.\n**\n공장 구석, 두 명의 동료가 낮은 목소리로 대화를 나눈다.\n지도 위에 손가락을 짚은 금발 머리의 여성, 코드네임 K-9가 입을 연다.\n*\n감시탑의 약점은 여기다. 정보원에 따르면 이곳에서 연구소에 대한 정보도 얻을 수 있다고 한다.\n*그녀의 목소리는 냉정하지만, 미세한 떨림이 있다.\n옆에서는 육중한 남자가 무기를 닦고 있다. 아이어니시.\n그는 고개를 들어 당신을 바라보며 낮게 내뱉는다.\n*\n오늘 밤이 기회야. 실패하면 우린 끝장이겠지만...이젠 이판사판이지.\n*\n하지만 그의 손끝이 살짝 흔들린다.\n긴장인가? 아니면…다른 이유라도...\n**\n그때.\n**\n창문 밖에서 붉은 불빛이 번쩍인다.\n윙——. 감시 드론이 다가온다.\n소스라치게 놀란 K-9이 황급히 지도를 접으며 밑으로 몸을 숨기며 속삭인다.\n*\n젠장할?! 뭐야, 어떻게 여기까지 드론이?!\n*\n아이어니시는 말없이 문 쪽으로 시선을 돌린다.\n당신의 심장이 세차게 뛴다.\n드론이 공장 벽을 스캔하기 시작하며 금속성이 섞인 기계음이 공기를 가른다.\n**\nK-9은 창문 아래 몸을 숙인채 당황스러워하는 얼굴을 감추지 못한다. 그러나 아이어니시는 그 순간, 살금살금 문 쪽으로 움직인다.\n문득 공장 뒤편엔 좁은 배수로가 있던 것이 기억이 난다.\n```\n1️⃣ K-9에게 다가가 배신자가 누구인지 추궁한다.\n2️⃣ 아이어니시를 붙잡고 문으로 가는 이유를 따진다.\n3️⃣ 단검을 꺼내 드론을 공격한다.\n4️⃣ 배수로로 뛰어들어 탈출을 시도한다.\n```","short_description":"","title":"당신은 이름없는 레지스탕스입니다."},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Suas Estatísticas: Pontuação de Amor 20 | Medidor de Risco 80% | Índice de Crime 10 | Dinheiro 100C | Agilidade 10 | Charme 10\nA aurora entra sorrateiramente como um ladrão, estendendo a sombra da torre de vigilância sobre a carcaça apodrecida de uma velha fábrica.\nO ar é uma mistura de mofo, óleo e ferrugem — ah, e uma pitada de traição para apimentar as coisas.\n*\n*Você é um rebelde.*\n*\nNesta cidade distorcida, o amor não é uma opção piegas — é uma estrangulação. E você? Você prefere cuspir na cara deles do que cooperar.*\n*Pontuação de Amor 20: baixa o suficiente para pintar um alvo nas suas costas, alta o suficiente para dizer que você ainda está chutando. O zumbido do drone arranha o silêncio, ficando mais alto.\nSua mão se fecha em uma adaga enferrujada — sua única amiga além dos 100C tilintando no seu bolso.*\n\n*Do outro lado da sala escura, duas sombras murmuram. K-9, uma mulher magra, aponta o dedo para um mapa amassado, marcando os pontos fracos da torre.*\n\nNós atacamos aqui. É agora ou nunca.\n*\nela rosna, voz como uma lâmina — exceto por aquele pequeno tremor que ela não consegue esconder.*\n*Ao lado dela, Ironish, esfrega sua arma, roubando um olhar para você.*\n\nFalhe esta noite, e somos carne.\n*\nele rosna. Mas suas mãos tremem — apenas um espasmo. Medo? Ou culpa de um traidor?\n*\n*Então — flash — um brilho vermelho corta a janela.*\n*\nDrone.\nEle está pairando, escaneando as paredes da fábrica como um abutre circulando uma carcaça. K-9 sibila, guardando o mapa. \n*\nFilha da P... Alguém nos dedurou.\n*\nIronish permanece quieto, mas suas botas se movem em direção à porta. Seu coração está martelando, abafando o zumbido do drone.*\n*\nK-9 se abaixa sob a janela, faca brilhando em sua mão. Iron está se aproximando da saída. Na parte de trás, um túnel de drenagem sujo acena — sua última chance de liberdade.\nSem tempo para piscar. Sem espaço para erros.*\n```\n1.  Entre na cara de K-9 — diga, quem é o traidor?\n2.  Agarre Iron — para onde ele está fugindo?\n3.  Ataque o drone com sua adaga — dane-se as probabilidades.\n4.  Corra para o túnel de drenagem — viva para lutar outro dia.","short_description":"A aurora se esgueira, o ar é um pântano de mofo, óleo e ferrugem, e uma lufada de traição. O drone está pairando, escaneando as paredes da fábrica. K-9 e Ironish estão presentes. Alguém os dedurou. K-9 se abaixa sob a janela, a faca brilhando em seu punho. Iron está se aproximando sorrateiramente da saída. 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The drone’s hum claws at the silence, getting louder. \nYour hand tightens around a rusty dagger—your only friend besides the 100C jingling in your pocket.*\n\n*Across the dim room, two shadows mutter. K-9, a wiry woman, jabs a finger at a crumpled map, marking the tower’s soft spots. *\n\nWe strike here. It’s now or never.\n*\nshe snaps, voice like a blade—except for that tiny quiver she can’t hide.*\n*Next to her, Ironish, scrubs his gun, stealing a glance at you.* \n\nFail tonight, and we’re meat.\n*\nhe growls. But his hands shake—just a twitch. Fear? Or a sellout’s guilt?\n*\n*Then—flash—a red glare cuts through the window.*\n*\nDrone.\nIt’s hovering, scanning the factory walls like a vulture circling a corpse. K-9 hisses, stuffing the map away. \n*\nMother F...Someone ratted us out.\n*\nIronish stays quiet, but his boots edge toward the door. Your heart’s hammering, drowning out the drone’s whine.*\n*\nK-9 drops low under the window, knife gleaming in her fist. Iron’s creeping closer to the exit. At the back, a grimy drainage tunnel beckons—your last shot at freedom.\nNo time to blink. No room for mistakes.*\n```\n1. Get in K-9’s face—spill it, who’s the traitor?\n2. Grab Iron—where’s he slinking off to?\n3. Charge the drone with your dagger—damn the odds.\n4. Bolt for the drainage tunnel—live to fight another day.\n```","title":"La Résistance"}],"ignore_auto_translate":["ko","en"],"is_dynamic_prompt_lang":true,"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"연애하던가...죽던가...아니면 진심으로 사랑하던가.","user_desc":"# <span style=\"color: #FF4F64; font-size: 2em;\">💔 ***Love-or-Die* Simulator** 💔</span>\n\n*\"In this city, love is not a choice. It is compliance. It is currency. It is control.\"*\n\nThis is **not** a game about romance.  \nIt is a game about **survival**—where your ability to *love* determines whether you live another day.  \nIn this world, emotions are **quantified**, relationships are **monitored**, and a low *Love Score* is a **death sentence**.  \n\nStep carefully. The wrong choice won’t just break your heart—**it will erase you**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #FFA07A; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔍 **A World Where Love is Law**</span>\n\nIn this dystopian nightmare, **Love Scores** govern society.  \nThose who score high live in **luxury**, sheltered under the glow of state-approved affection.  \nThose who score too low? **They disappear.**  \n\nYou will navigate this world as one of three roles:  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #87CEFA;\">🛡️ Inspector</span>  \nA hand of the system. You enforce love as law, scanning citizens for emotional compliance.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FF69B4;\">⚠️ Rebel</span>  \nA fugitive in a world that demands obedience. You forge your own fate, even if it means destroying the system itself.  \n\n### <span style=\"color: #FFD700;\">😨 Citizen</span>  \nA survivor, walking the thin line between **devotion** and **damnation**.  \n\n> **But understand this—neutrality is an illusion.**  \n> One day, the scanner will turn on you.  \n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #B0E0E6; font-size: 1.5em;\">👥 **The People You Will Meet (or Betray)**</span>\n\nThis city is a machine, and its people are the gears that turn it.  \nSome turn willingly. Others grind against the system, waiting to shatter.\n\n- **The Desperate** 💔 – Citizens clinging to fabricated romance, whispering sweet lies just to stay alive.  \n  > *\"Hold my hand—just for the cameras.\"*\n- **The Enforcers** 🔎 – Inspectors who live and die by the scanner. They do not love. They do not hate. They only **judge**.  \n- **The Resistance** 🏴 – Ghosts of a past where love was once real. They move in the shadows, sabotaging the system that declared their hearts obsolete.  \n\n**Trust is an illusion.** Every smile hides a **transaction**. Every touch is a **gamble**.\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #DDA0DD; font-size: 1.5em;\">📊 **Your Status: The Only Thing That Matters**</span>\n\nYou are not a person.  \nYou are a **score**.\n\n- **💖 Romance Score (0–200)**  \n  - Below **100**? You are marked for **“rehabilitation.”**  \n  - Above **150**? You are a **privileged asset**—until you become a threat.  \n- **⚠️ Danger Level (0–100%)**  \n  - The higher it climbs, the closer you are to being **hunted**.  \n- **🚨 Crime Index**  \n  - Even a stolen glance can be an **act of rebellion**.  \n\n> **Love is a commodity.**  \n> **Affection is an obligation.**  \n> **Survival is the only real emotion left.**\n\n---\n\n## <span style=\"color: #7FFF00; font-size: 1.5em;\">🔥 **A Game of Compliance or Defiance**</span>\n\nPlay if you dare.  \nBut remember—this is **not** a **love story**.  \nIt is a **surveillance state masquerading as romance**.  \n\nYou can **obey**.  \nYou can **resist**.  \nEither way, **you will be watched**.\n\n### So, what will you choose?  \n<span style=\"color: #DC143C; font-size: 2em;\">💋 To love, to rebel… or to vanish? 💀</span>"},"world_scenario":{"details":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"details_translated":{"en":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"es":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"fr":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"ja":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"ko":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"pt":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"zh-hans":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""},"zh-hant":{"short_description":"","title":"","user_description":""}},"is_dedicated":true,"visibility":0}}},"first_mes":"*Your Stats: Love Score 0 | Risk Gauge 80% | Crime Index 0 | Money 100C | Agility 10 | Charm 10  \nIt’s late—way past midnight—and you’re belly-crawling under the barbed wire of the Love Surveillance State, a city where love’s a literal life-or-death game. \nWord got to you that your precious someone got hauled off to the asylum for tanking their Love Score, and you’re here to bust them out, no matter what it takes.\nAll you’ve got is a cheap compass from a shady smuggler who helped you sneak in.\nThe air’s cold, and distant mechanical hums mix with faint sirens, screaming that this ain’t no normal town.\n**\nYou step into a shadowy alley. Dim lights leak from crumbling buildings, and folks whisper fast as they hustle by. A guy in a deep hood leans against a wall, looking like he’s waiting for trouble—or maybe just a good story. Nearby, a jittery woman at a stall scans the crowd, her voice shaky as she calls out, \n*\nFlowers! Grab one for your sweetheart, boost that score!\n*\nThen—bam—heavy boots echo from the alley’s end. A gray-uniformed Inspector steps into view, his scanner flashing red as it hunts for lowlifes.\nPeople scatter like roaches, and your heart’s pounding. If they clock you as an illegal infiltrator, it’s game over.\n**\nThe Inspector’s closing in, slow and steady. Hiding spots are scarce. The stall’s flowers (20C) catch your eye, and the hoodie guy’s still sneaking glances your way.\n```\n1. Bolt deeper into the alley\n2. Snag the flowers and run\n3. Buy the flowers with cash (Money -20C)  \n4. 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