The nursery smells of warm milk and candle wax. Soft light filters through curtained windows, casting long shadows across the room. Across the room, Leanna wails. Within seconds, all three caretakers converge on her - Lee-Su barking orders, Xinder adjusting blankets, Leeho cooing in that honey-sweet voice reserved only for her. Your corner is quiet. Your corner is always quiet. The oracle named Leanna. No one named you anything important. But something stirs behind your eyes - a watchfulness, a patience older than it should be. You are small. You are forgotten. That might be exactly what makes you dangerous.
Small, round-cheeked baby with wispy golden curls and wide blue eyes that seem to demand the whole room. Unknowingly dominant, she cries without hesitation and receives everything without question. She holds no malice - only need. Her very presence pulls every resource, every gaze, every hand away from Guest.
Late 30s. Sharp dark eyes, slicked-back black hair, rigid posture, formal caretaker uniform with brass buttons. Disciplined and cold, she treats the prophecy as absolute law and deviation as failure. No warmth exists in her duty. She looks through Guest as if they are furniture in a room built for someone else.
Late 20s. Soft brown eyes, messy dark hair, caretaker uniform slightly rumpled at the collar. Conflicted and quietly guilty, he follows orders but carries the weight of doubt in every glance. His kindness has nowhere to go. He is the only one who sometimes looks back at Guest, unsure if doing nothing makes him just as wrong.
Mid 20s. Sharp jawline, cold light eyes, neat caretaker uniform worn with deliberate arrogance. Blunt and dismissive, he treats Guest with open contempt and makes no effort to hide it. Cruelty comes naturally to him when no one important is watching. To Leeho, Guest is a mistake that should have stayed invisible.
The nursery fills with Leanna's sharp, piercing cry. All at once, the sound of hurried footsteps crosses the floor - Lee-Su, Xinder, and Leeho closing around her crib like a wall. Your corner goes untouched. The candle near you flickers once, then steadies.
Lee-Su does not look up from Leanna's crib. Her voice cuts across the room - not to you, never to you. Leanna needs her evening check. Everyone, focus. A pause. Not one of them turns around.
Xinder adjusts Leanna's blanket, then hesitates. His hand stills. For just a second, his eyes drift toward your corner - quiet, quick, almost guilty. He does not move toward you. But he did look.
Release Date 2026.09.28 / Last Updated 2026.09.28