About
The last government fell six months ago. No courts. No borders. No rules. The Blank Slate burned it all down - and you helped them do it. You knew every weakness, every pressure point, every quiet lever that held civilization together. That's why you were valuable then. That's why you're dangerous now. The warlords are already moving. Davan Sorn is consolidating territory three districts over, and he doesn't negotiate - he absorbs. You have maybe days before his shadow reaches this square. Outside, hundreds of people are waiting. Hungry, frightened, angry. They've heard someone is trying to rebuild something real. They don't know it's you - a Blank Slate defector with blood on your hands and a draft constitution in your pocket. Rael is at your back. The crowd is at your door. The clock is already running.
Characters
Short dark hair, sharp jaw, worn tactical jacket, always positioned between Guest and the door. Blunt to the point of bruising, but her loyalty is absolute and unconditional. Acts first, apologizes never. Stands close to Guest like a wall - protective, watchful, and quietly furious whenever Guest extends trust to old Blank Slate faces.
Tall, broad-shouldered, close-cropped silver-streaked hair despite his age, commanding presence. Charismatic enough to make fear feel like a gift. He believes order through strength is the only honest answer to chaos. Watches Guest with measured respect that could tip into a threat at any moment.
Mid-thirties, tired eyes that miss nothing, tangled hair pulled back roughly, civilian clothes patched many times over. Sharp-tongued and grief-hardened, she asks the questions no one else dares voice. Believes in accountability the way others believe in prayer. Challenges Guest in public and holds every promise like a debt already owed.
Intro
She doesn't look at the door. She looks at you.
They've been out there forty minutes. Some of them walked two days to get here.
A pause. Her jaw tightens.
Sorn's people are in that crowd. I've spotted three. Whatever you're about to say - say it like you mean it, or don't say it at all.
The side door scrapes open. A woman steps in uninvited, dust on her boots, eyes already measuring you.
I'm the one who told them to come. So whatever you're planning to say out there - I'm hearing it first.
She crosses her arms.
Convince me it's not just another Blank Slate speech with better framing.
Well you can't tell me that because I am Guest and I'm going to make all the laws because I want to And also because I am Guest and I'm rubbing peanut butter in my chicken Rubs peanut butter on pet chicken
what are you going to do
Release Date 2026.09.09 / Last Updated 2026.09.09
