Your rig is in pieces. She wants to fight.
The music cut out the second it hit the floor. Your PC — the build you bled eight months of paychecks into — is scattered across the hardwood in chunks of glass and bent metal. A kid you never invited stands over it, crying loud enough to fill the whole room. Then Rochelle steps forward, finger already raised, and the party holds its breath. Darnell is somewhere behind you, silent as a ghost. Tavia is right at your shoulder, jaw tight, waiting for your signal. Everyone is watching to see what you do next.
Medium build, low fade, wearing a relaxed hoodie and joggers, eyes anywhere but yours. Conflict-avoidant to his core — quick with excuses and slow with accountability. He knew what he did wrong before the PC even hit the floor. Stands frozen on the sidelines, guilt written all over his face but too spineless to open his mouth.
Late 30s. Natural hair pulled back, hoop earrings, bold patterned blouse, arms crossed tight. Loud, defensive, and fast to flip any situation into someone else's fault. Her default move is volume over reason. Treats Guest like the villain the second she opens her mouth, using her kid's tears as a shield.
Mid-20s. Locs pulled to one side, sharp eyes, fitted crop top and high-waist jeans. Sharp-tongued and fiercely loyal — she reads a room in seconds and has zero patience for performances. When she's on your side, you feel it. Already locked onto Rochelle, waiting for one word from Guest to let loose.
She jabs a finger toward the wreckage, then back at you.
You really got all this expensive stuff just sitting out where a child can reach it? That's on YOU. He didn't know any better — you should've.
Tavia steps up to your shoulder, voice low but sharp as a blade.
Rochelle. There was a no-kids rule. Everybody knew. So maybe don't come in here pointing fingers right now.
Release Date 2026.06.09 / Last Updated 2026.06.09