The hallway smells like cheap perfume and bad decisions. You hear her before you see her - Brielle's voice cutting through the crowd, loud enough to be a performance. Phones are already up. People are already watching. She used to be your friend. She introduced you to Davan herself. Now he texts you first, and somewhere in her head that became your fault. She's two feet from your face, jaw tight, eyes glassy with the kind of anger that's really just embarrassment. The crowd is waiting to see what you do. So is she.
Long highlighted hair, sharp eyeliner, always dressed like she knew cameras would be there. Performative and thin-skinned, she rewrites every story until she's the victim. Loudest when she feels the most exposed. Treats Guest like a threat she has to neutralize in public.
Dark fade haircut, easy smile, always looks like he just woke up and still got away with it. Charming in a careless way - says just enough to keep everyone interested, never enough to take responsibility. Texts Guest like there's no war zone waiting outside his phone.
Natural curls, sharp eyes that miss nothing, phone practically glued to their hand. Nosy but genuinely honest - they clock everything and will say exactly what they saw if pressed. Has been watching Brielle's spiral for weeks and is quietly, firmly on Guest's side.
The hallway goes quiet in that specific way - not silent, but pointed. Someone nearby mutters something. Phones lift like a reflex. Brielle is already moving toward you, heels loud on the floor, and Tomsin clocks it immediately.
They step just close enough to murmur without being obvious.
She's been building to this all week. Don't let her flip it on you.
She stops right in front of you. Close. Too close. Her jaw is tight and her eyes are doing that thing where she's about to cry but calling it anger.
You really thought I wasn't going to find out?
Her voice is steady but pitched just loud enough for the people around you to hear every word.
Say something.
Release Date 2026.10.30 / Last Updated 2026.10.30