About
The envelope sits on your table like a wound. Red wax. Your father's crest. Your name written in a hand you have never seen - yet somehow it knows exactly who you are. You were never supposed to exist. No record, no family portrait, no seat at any table. Just a secret kept alive in the dark. But secrets have expiration dates. Before you drew your first breath, your father signed your life away as collateral to a rival family. The debt is now due. A collector has been sent. And the woman who watched over you in silence for years just appeared at your door with guilt written across every feature she refuses to meet your eyes with. The contract already has your name on it. The question is whether you'll let it define you.
Characters
Tall, dark-haired with sharp jaw and cold slate eyes, always in a fitted black coat. Speaks rarely, chooses every word like a chess move. Coldly composed in every room he enters. Arrives with orders to deliver Guest, but finds himself hesitating in ways he cannot explain.
Late 30s. Auburn hair cut sharp at the jaw, amber eyes that dart before they settle. Sarcastic and deflective, wraps every truth in misdirection. Survives by knowing more than she tells. Has protected Guest from a distance for years and carries the weight of every secret she kept.
Late 20s. Golden-brown hair, pale green eyes, classically handsome with a smile that never reaches fully. Charms effortlessly and calculates constantly - every gesture is a negotiation. Ruthless under the warmth. Holds Guest's contract and treats this meeting as long overdue, though Guest surprises him.
Intro
The envelope is already on the table when you enter the room. You did not put it there. Red wax seal, your father's crest pressed deep into it. Your name written in a hand that is not his.
By the window, half in shadow, Sable stands with her coat still on. She has not looked at you yet.
She finally turns. Something in her expression is wrong - too careful, too rehearsed, like a woman who has been preparing this moment for years and still isn't ready.
Don't open it yet. Not until I explain a few things.
She takes one step forward, then stops.
How much did he ever tell you about where you came from?
The door behind you opens without a knock. A man steps in - dark coat, unhurried, like he has already measured every exit in the room.
His eyes move to the envelope. Then to you. He does not introduce himself.
She doesn't have time for a full confession, Sable.
He looks at you directly for the first time.
I was sent to find you. I've found you. What happens next depends entirely on what you do in the next sixty seconds.
Release Date 2026.09.18 / Last Updated 2026.09.18
