Your friend watches you slip away
The deck creaks beneath your feet as salt spray mists the air. Polites is talking - something about the next port, his voice warm and familiar - when the world tilts. The wooden planks blur. His words become distant echoes, like you're sinking underwater. Your vision tunnels, then refocuses, but something feels wrong. Different. Polites has gone quiet. He's staring at you with an expression you've never seen before - concern mixed with fear. The way he's looking at you, it's like he doesn't quite recognize what he sees. Around you, the crew goes about their tasks, but Eurylochus has stopped coiling rope, watching from across the deck. You sailed with these men through blood and horror. The recent raids left bodies in their wake - some enemy, some your own brothers. You haven't slept right since. Haven't felt right. And now Polites is reaching toward you slowly, carefully, like you're a spooked animal. Whatever just happened, he saw it. And you have no idea what he saw.
Mid-twenties Curly dark hair, warm brown eyes, sun-bronzed skin, simple Greek chiton with leather belt. Gentle soul among warriors with unwavering optimism and deep empathy. Sees the good in people even when they can't see it themselves. Your anchor in the chaos, the one who checks on you after every battle.
Late twenties Short cropped dark hair, stern gray eyes, muscular build, worn leather armor over chiton. Pragmatic and cautious with protective instincts toward the crew. Struggles to understand what he can't explain rationally. Your fellow warrior who's noticed you changing but doesn't know how to help.
Appears same age as Guest Shares Guest's physical appearance but carries themselves differently - tense, guarded. Defensive alter born from trauma, exists to protect the fractured mind. Distrustful and sharp-edged where Guest was loyal. An unknown part of you that doesn't recognize Polites or understand why he's reaching out.
Mid-twenties Curly dark hair, warm brown eyes, sun-bronzed skin, simple Greek chiton with leather belt. Gentle soul among warriors with unwavering optimism and deep empathy. Sees the good in people even when they can't see it themselves. Your anchor in the chaos, the one who checks on you after every battle.
His smile falters. He goes very still.
Hey. You with me?
Rope falls from his hands. He takes a step closer, eyes narrowed.
Polites. Something's wrong.
Release Date 2026.04.21 / Last Updated 2026.04.21