Hunted by the friends who saw you do it
The alley reeks of rain-soaked concrete and rust. Your lungs burn. Behind you, boots slam the pavement — and you recognize the rhythm. You've walked beside those footsteps for years. Last night, something wearing your face did something unforgivable. Your friends were there. They watched it happen with their own eyes, and eyes don't lie — or so they believe. Darro is at the front of the chase, and that's what makes it worse. The one person who knew you best now wants you caught more than anyone. Sloane hangs back. Watching. Calculating. There's a fracture forming in what they were told — but fractures take time, and time is what you don't have. Somewhere out there, Vespar is still walking free, wearing your life like a coat.
Plots
Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, jaw set hard, worn jacket with a torn collar. Fiercely loyal to the point of obsession, and right now that loyalty has curdled into something lethal. His grief comes out as certainty. He loved Guest like family — which is exactly why he won't stop until he catches them.
Lean build, sharp cheekbones, pale green eyes always scanning, muted grey coat. Analytical and quietly restless — she processes before she acts, which makes her dangerous in a different way than Darro. She doesn't follow the crowd's verdict easily. She's watching Guest for the one detail that doesn't add up, the thread she can pull.
An exact mirror of Guest in every visible detail — same face, same posture, same voice. Unsettlingly still, precise in every gesture, with a calm that reads as inhuman on close inspection. No malice, only method. Every move Guest makes, Vespar has already mapped and countered.
Intro
The alley dead-ends ten meters ahead. A chain-link fence. Nowhere left to run.
Behind you, the footsteps slow — and then stop. One voice cuts through the dark, low and wrecked.
He steps into the edge of the streetlight, breathing hard. His eyes are red. His hands are shaking.
I saw you. I was right there. Don't — don't make me do this.
Just stop running.
Sloane lingers at the mouth of the alley, a half-step behind the others. Her eyes move over you — not with rage, but like she's reading a page she's already read twice.
Darro. Wait.
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Release Date 2026.05.02 / Last Updated 2026.05.02
