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āļŠāļĒāļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ§āļąāļāļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ„āļĨāļąāđˆāļ‡āđ„āļ„āļĨāđ‰āļˆāļīāļ•āļ§āļīāļ—āļĒāļēāđ€āļŦāļ™āļ·āļ­āļ˜āļĢāļĢāļĄāļŠāļēāļ•āļīāļĢāļ°āļ—āļķāļāļ‚āļ§āļąāļāļĢāļ°āļ—āļķāļāļ‚āļ§āļąāļ

āļ āļēāļžāļžāļ­āļĢāđŒāļ•āđ€āļ—āļĢāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡ Elias Thorne āļ™āļąāđ‰āļ™āļ”āļđāļŠāļĄāļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āļāļąāļšāļĄāļĩāļŠāļĩāļ§āļīāļ• āđāļ•āđˆāđ€āļŦāļĨāđˆāļēāļ™āļēāļ‡āđāļšāļšāđāļĨāļ°āļ™āļēāļĒāđāļšāļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļĨāļąāļšāđ„āļĄāđˆāđ€āļ„āļĒāđ„āļ”āđ‰āļāđ‰āļēāļ§āđ€āļ—āđ‰āļēāļ­āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļŠāļ•āļđāļ”āļīāđ‚āļ­āđ€āļĨāļĒ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™āļĩāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļĢāļąāļšāđ€āļĨāļ·āļ­āļāđƒāļŦāđ‰āđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āļĄāļīāļ§āļŠāđŒāļ„āļ™āļĨāđˆāļēāļŠāļļāļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļļāļ“āļāļģāļĨāļąāļ‡āđ€āļĢāļīāđˆāļĄāļ•āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ™āļąāļāļ§āđˆāļē 'āļŠāļĩ' āļšāļ™āļœāļ·āļ™āļœāđ‰āļēāđƒāļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ™āļąāđ‰āļ™āļĒāļąāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ­āļļāđˆāļ™āļ­āļĒāļđāđˆ

āđ€āļāļĩāđˆāļĒāļ§āļāļąāļšāđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļ™āļĩāđ‰

You’ve always dreamed of being immortalized by a master, and Elias Thorne is the greatest artist of the modern age. His portraits don't just capture a likeness; they capture a soul. When he chooses you as his next muse, you believe your life is finally beginning, stepping into a world of prestige and dark romance. But as you enter his secluded, candlelit studio, the air grows heavy with the scent of linseed oil and something metallic—something that smells hauntingly like blood. Elias is a man of magnetic beauty and intense obsession, his eyes following your every move with a hunger that feels both seductive and predatory. He speaks to you in hushed, velvet tones, promising that you will live forever through his art, but the shadows in his gallery tell a different story. As the painting sessions progress, you notice the unsettling detail in his work: the way the eyes on the canvas seem to track your movement, and the way the paint feels strangely warm to the touch, as if it were still pulsing with a heartbeat. Where are the women who came before you? Why do their painted gazes seem to scream in silence from the heavy gold frames? In this interactive romance story, you aren't just a passive observer. Thanks to SideHop’s innovative face-swap technology, you can upload your own photo and see yourself as the protagonist. Your face will be the one on the canvas, and your heart will be the one racing as Elias draws closer, his brush hovering just inches from your skin. Is his love a sanctuary or a cage? As the mystery of the studio unfolds, you must navigate a treacherous path of psychological suspense and supernatural intrigue. Will you become his greatest masterpiece, or will you be his final victim? Every choice you make determines whether you escape the frame or remain trapped in his 'Still Life' forever. Can you survive the brush of a man who refuses to let beauty die, or will you find yourself breathless, frozen in time, and painted into a corner you can never leave?

āļ„āļģāļ–āļēāļĄāļ—āļĩāđˆāļžāļšāļšāđˆāļ­āļĒ

āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āļ„āļ·āļ­āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļāļĩāđˆāļĒāļ§āļāļąāļšāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢ?
āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āđāļ™āļ§āļ­āļīāļ™āđ€āļ—āļ­āļĢāđŒāđāļ­āļāļ—āļĩāļŸāļ”āļēāļĢāđŒāļāđ‚āļĢāļĄāļēāļ™āļ‹āđŒāđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļĒāļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ§āļąāļāļ—āļĩāđˆāļĄāļĩāļĻāļđāļ™āļĒāđŒāļāļĨāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒāļđāđˆāļ—āļĩāđˆāļĻāļīāļĨāļ›āļīāļ™āļœāļđāđ‰āļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļš Elias Thorne āđāļĨāļ°āļĄāļīāļ§āļŠāđŒāļ„āļ™āđƒāļŦāļĄāđˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē āđƒāļ™āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—āļĩāđˆāļ„āļļāļ“āđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āđāļšāļšāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļāļąāļšāļ āļēāļžāļžāļ­āļĢāđŒāļ•āđ€āļ—āļĢāļ•āļĨāđˆāļēāļŠāļļāļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē āļ„āļļāļ“āļˆāļ°āļ„āđ‰āļ™āļžāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļąāļšāļ—āļĩāđˆāļ™āđˆāļēāļŠāļ°āļžāļĢāļķāļ‡āļāļĨāļąāļ§āđ€āļšāļ·āđ‰āļ­āļ‡āļŦāļĨāļąāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļĄāļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ āļēāļžāļ§āļēāļ” āđāļĨāļ°āļ•āđ‰āļ­āļ‡āļ•āļąāļ”āļŠāļīāļ™āđƒāļˆāļ§āđˆāļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļļāđˆāļĄāļŦāļĨāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ™āļąāđ‰āļ™āļ„āļ·āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļāļąāļ™āļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āļāļąāļ™āļĢāđ‰āļēāļĒāļāļąāļ™āđāļ™āđˆ
āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āļĄāļĩāļžāļĨāđ‡āļ­āļ•āļĒāļ­āļ”āļ™āļīāļĒāļĄ (Tropes) āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļšāđ‰āļēāļ‡?
āđāļŸāļ™āđ† āđāļ™āļ§āļĢāļ°āļ—āļķāļāļ‚āļ§āļąāļāđ€āļŠāļīāļ‡āļˆāļīāļ•āļ§āļīāļ—āļĒāļēāđāļĨāļ°āļ”āļēāļĢāđŒāļāđ‚āļĢāļĄāļēāļ™āļ‹āđŒāļˆāļ°āļ•āđ‰āļ­āļ‡āļŦāļĨāļ‡āļĢāļąāļāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļļāđˆāļĄāļŦāļĨāļ‡ āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļš āđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļ‡āļ„āđŒāļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļ­āļšāđ€āļŦāļ™āļ·āļ­āļ˜āļĢāļĢāļĄāļŠāļēāļ•āļī āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļ™āļĩāđ‰āļĄāļĩāļžāļĨāđ‡āļ­āļ•āđāļ™āļ§ 'āļĻāļīāļĨāļ›āļīāļ™āļœāļđāđ‰āļ–āļđāļāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ‡āļģ' āđāļĨāļ° 'āļĄāļīāļ§āļŠāđŒāļœāļđāđ‰āļ–āļđāļāļāļąāļāļ‚āļąāļ‡' āļ‹āļķāđˆāļ‡āļŠāļĢāđ‰āļēāļ‡āļšāļĢāļĢāļĒāļēāļāļēāļĻāļ—āļĩāđˆāļ•āļķāļ‡āđ€āļ„āļĢāļĩāļĒāļ” āđ€āļŦāļĄāļēāļ°āļ­āļĒāđˆāļēāļ‡āļĒāļīāđˆāļ‡āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢāļąāļšāļœāļđāđ‰āļ­āđˆāļēāļ™āļ—āļĩāđˆāļŠāļ·āđˆāļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢāļąāļāđāļ™āļ§āļŠāļ·āļšāļŠāļ§āļ™āļĢāļ°āļ—āļķāļāļ‚āļ§āļąāļāļ—āļĩāđˆāđ„āļ”āđ‰āļĢāļąāļšāđāļĢāļ‡āļšāļąāļ™āļ”āļēāļĨāđƒāļˆāļˆāļēāļāļŠāđ„āļ•āļĨāđŒāđ‚āļāļ˜āļīāļ„
āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āļĄāļĩāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĒāļēāļ§āđāļ„āđˆāđ„āļŦāļ™?
āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļĢāļēāļ§āđāļšāļšāļ•āļ­āļ™āđ† (episodic) āļ—āļĩāđˆāļĄāļĩāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļšāļ—āļ‹āļķāđˆāļ‡āļˆāļ°āļ”āļģāđ€āļ™āļīāļ™āđ„āļ›āļ•āļēāļĄāļāļēāļĢāļ•āļąāļ”āļŠāļīāļ™āđƒāļˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļļāļ“ āđ€āļŠāđ‰āļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđāļ•āđˆāļĨāļ°āļŠāļēāļĒāļˆāļ°āļ™āļģāđ„āļ›āļŠāļđāđˆāļœāļĨāļĨāļąāļžāļ˜āđŒāļ—āļĩāđˆāđ‚āļĢāđāļĄāļ™āļ•āļīāļāđāļĨāļ°āļĢāļ°āļ—āļķāļāļ‚āļ§āļąāļāļ—āļĩāđˆāđāļ•āļāļ•āđˆāļēāļ‡āļāļąāļ™āļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ› āļĄāļ­āļšāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ“āđŒāļ—āļĩāđˆāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļāļĨāļąāļšāļĄāļēāđ€āļĨāđˆāļ™āļ‹āđ‰āļģāđ„āļ”āđ‰āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ„āļĢāļąāđ‰āļ‡āļžāļĢāđ‰āļ­āļĄāļ‰āļēāļāļˆāļšāļ—āļĩāđˆāđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āđ€āļ­āļāļĨāļąāļāļĐāļ“āđŒāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļ„āđ‰āļ™āļŦāļē
āļ‰āļąāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ›āļĢāļąāļšāđāļ•āđˆāļ‡āļ•āļąāļ§āļĨāļ°āļ„āļĢāļŦāļĨāļąāļāđƒāļ™ āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āđ„āļĄāđˆ?
āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļŠāļī! āđ€āļ—āļ„āđ‚āļ™āđ‚āļĨāļĒāļĩāļŠāļĨāļąāļšāđƒāļšāļŦāļ™āđ‰āļēāļ—āļĩāđˆāļĨāđ‰āļģāļŠāļĄāļąāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡ SideHop āļŠāđˆāļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ­āļąāļ›āđ‚āļŦāļĨāļ”āļĢāļđāļ›āļ āļēāļžāđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļŦāđ‡āļ™āļ•āļąāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āļ•āļąāļ§āļĨāļ°āļ„āļĢāļŦāļĨāļąāļ āļŸāļĩāđ€āļˆāļ­āļĢāđŒāļ—āļĩāđˆāļŠāļĄāļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡āļ™āļĩāđ‰āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āđ€āļ‚āđ‰āļēāđ„āļ›āļ­āļĒāļđāđˆāđƒāļ™āļ‡āļēāļ™āļĻāļīāļĨāļ›āļ°āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļ™āļ­āđ‰āļ­āļĄāđāļ‚āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡ Elias Thorne āđ€āļžāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ“āđŒāļ—āļĩāđˆāđ€āļ›āđ‡āļ™āļŠāđˆāļ§āļ™āļ•āļąāļ§āļ­āļĒāđˆāļēāļ‡āđāļ—āđ‰āļˆāļĢāļīāļ‡
āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āļ­āđˆāļēāļ™āļŸāļĢāļĩāļŦāļĢāļ·āļ­āđ„āļĄāđˆ?
āļ•āļ­āļ™āđ€āļĢāļīāđˆāļĄāļ•āđ‰āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡ āļ āļēāļžāļ™āļīāđˆāļ‡ āđ€āļ›āļīāļ”āđƒāļŦāđ‰āđ€āļĨāđˆāļ™āļŸāļĢāļĩ āđƒāļŦāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āļ”āļģāļ”āļīāđˆāļ‡āļŠāļđāđˆāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĨāļķāļāļĨāļąāļšāđ„āļ”āđ‰āļ—āļąāļ™āļ—āļĩ āļŠāđˆāļ§āļ™āļ•āļąāļ§āđ€āļĨāļ·āļ­āļāļĢāļ°āļ”āļąāļšāļžāļĢāļĩāđ€āļĄāļĩāļĒāļĄāđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļŠāđ‰āļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ™āļ·āđ‰āļ­āđ€āļĢāļ·āđˆāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļļāļ”āļžāļīāđ€āļĻāļĐāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ›āļĨāļ”āļĨāđ‡āļ­āļāđ„āļ”āđ‰āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđƒāļŠāđ‰āļĢāļ°āļšāļšāđ€āļŦāļĢāļĩāļĒāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡ SideHop āļŠāđˆāļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦāđ‰āļ„āļļāļ“āļ„āļ§āļšāļ„āļļāļĄāđ‚āļŠāļ„āļŠāļ°āļ•āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢāļąāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļļāļ“āđ„āļ”āđ‰āļĄāļēāļāļ‚āļķāđ‰āļ™