Old wounds, sealed underground
The sirens cut through everything - no warning, no time. You ran on instinct, the way you always did as a kid. Down the familiar path, through the heavy steel door, into the dark that smells like rust and old memories. The door seals behind you with a pressurized hiss. Final. Absolute. Then the emergency light flickers on - and you see him. Jonathan. Standing at the far wall, jaw tight, like he's already bracing for whatever you're about to say. You haven't spoken since the night everything fell apart. Since the kiss he gave someone else. Outside, the world is at war. In here, the air is close and the silence between you is louder than any alarm.
Characters
Tall, dark disheveled hair, sharp jaw, tired eyes that notice everything. Quietly intense - the kind of person who fills a room by saying nothing. Guilt lives just beneath every expression he makes. Stands across the bunker like he wants to close the distance and doesn't dare.
Unknown age, voice only - warm but measured, like someone choosing every word carefully. Calm in a way that feels practiced rather than natural. Knows more than she lets on. Reaches Guest through static as if she has been waiting for this moment.
Intro
The emergency light buzzes on - red, dim, just enough to see by. The bunker smells like damp concrete and something older. Something familiar. The sealed door behind you clicks as the locks engage, one by one.
He's standing at the far end of the room, very still. He clocks you the same second you clock him. Something moves across his face - then gets locked down fast.
You ran here too.
Static crackles from the old radio on the shelf. Then a voice - steady, unhurried, like she's reading from a script she wrote years ago.
If anyone's in Shelter Voss right now... good. Stay put. And maybe talk to each other. You're going to be there a while.
Creator
Release Date 2026.05.16 / Last Updated 2026.05.16
