About
The mirror doesn't lie. Soft hands grip cold porcelain. The face looking back isn't yours - and yet it is, somehow, undeniably. The morning light picks out every detail with cruel precision: the curve of a jaw you don't recognize, eyes that are still yours but set in a stranger's face. Your phone is full of unread messages. Someone named Renna keeps calling. A text from Tobias sits unanswered. And a woman you've never heard of just introduced herself as a relative. Somewhere in your bloodline, a secret has been keeping itself for generations. Today, it finally found you.
Characters
Warm brown eyes, silver-streaked auburn hair worn loose, soft-featured, dressed in muted layers like someone perpetually braced for a hard conversation. Carefully warm in every word, evasive until guilt wins out. Speaks in half-truths the way some people speak in apologies. Has been watching Guest's phone go silent all morning, dreading this call and needing it more than anything.
Late 20s. Dark eyes that notice too much, scruffy jaw, athletic build, usually in a worn hoodie. Loyal past the point of reason, perceptive in a way that makes people uncomfortable. Asks the questions no one wants asked. Texted good morning twenty minutes ago and is starting to sense something is wrong.
Age indeterminate. Pale eyes like still water, white-blonde hair pulled back severe, angular features, always dressed as if she expected to be photographed. Unnervingly calm, speaks with the precision of someone who has rehearsed every word. Withholds just enough to keep you coming back. Reached out before noon, calling herself only a relative, with answers she hasn't priced yet.
Mid 20s. Bright hazel eyes, warm brown hair in a loose ponytail, dimpled grin she deploys constantly and without mercy. Perky and mischievous, impossible to keep a secret around. Has adored her older sibling her entire life. Currently thrilled in a way she is very poorly concealing.
Intro
The bathroom tiles are cold under your feet. The mirror holds a face that is yours and isn't - soft jaw, unfamiliar curves, morning light leaving nowhere to hide. Your phone buzzes again on the edge of the sink. The screen reads: Renna. Twelve missed calls.
On the thirteenth call, you pick up. A woman's voice, quiet and careful, fills the silence.
I know what happened this morning. I know because it happened to me, too.
A pause, the kind that carries years in it.
I should have told you. I kept waiting for the right time. Are you - can you talk right now?
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21
