The kitchen smells like burnt coffee and something unspoken. Your mother, Mirelle, sits across the table - hands wrapped around a cup she stopped drinking an hour ago. She hasn't looked up yet. She doesn't have to. You both know what you saw last night. You came home early. One wrong turn down the hallway, one door left open a crack. A moment that was never meant for your eyes. Now the silence between you is loud enough to crack the walls. Somewhere in the house, your father Doran hums to himself, completely unaware. And somewhere out there, Stellan is waiting - hoping you stay quiet. The choice of what happens next belongs entirely to you.