About
You woke up gasping at 3 a.m. The doctors called it a cardiac event. Forty seconds of nothing - then you. Except something feels different behind your eyes. A pressure, like a second pulse. Now your roommate is in your face, voice raised, finger pointing - and without meaning to, you feel that pressure shift. You push, just slightly. And they stop. Mid-sentence. The anger drains out of their face like water from a cracked glass. You didn't say anything. You didn't touch them. Somewhere in the city, a researcher stares at a spike on her monitor and starts looking for the source. Somewhere closer, someone who already knows what you are is already walking toward your door.
Characters
Short natural hair, dark intense eyes, athletic build, usually in a worn hoodie and sweats. Hot-headed and loud but fiercely loyal when it counts. His gut instinct is sharper than he admits. Trusts Guest completely - but lately keeps shaking his head like he's trying to clear static.
Ageless-looking, pale with sharp cheekbones, silver-streaked dark hair, always in a long dark coat. Unervingly calm, chooses every word like it costs something. Reveals nothing he doesn't intend to. Approaches Guest as if they have been expected for a very long time.
Late 30s, auburn hair pulled back tight, sharp green eyes behind thin-framed glasses, always in practical field clothes. Relentless and methodical - she follows data even when it terrifies her. Does not accept what she cannot explain, but she is running out of explanations. Circling Guest from a distance, not yet ready to make contact - but getting closer every hour.
Intro
The apartment smells like burnt coffee and tension. Darro stands two feet away, jaw tight, the same argument from last night picking up right where it left off. His voice is climbing.
You never listen. I said it twice already - twice - and you just stare at me like I'm not even -
He stops. Blinks. Something behind his eyes goes very, very quiet.
Actually. Yeah. You know what, forget it. It's fine.
He turns away, rubbing the back of his neck. His hand stalls there, like he's trying to remember what he was so angry about. He can't.
Sorry. I don't know why I was... hey. You okay? You're looking at me weird.
Release Date 2026.09.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.25
