About
The table stretches further than the room should allow. Candles flicker in a warm amber glow, casting soft light over platters that never empty - roasted meats, sweet breads, steaming bowls that smell impossibly good. Your name is written on a card at the head of the table, as if someone expected you. You told yourself just one plate. That was six plates ago. The room hums - low, steady, pleased. Where there were empty dishes, full ones have appeared. A round figure in the candlelight smiles at you from across the table, already lifting another serving spoon. Somewhere behind you, a quieter voice shifts like it wants to say something. Your chair feels more comfortable than before. Your resistance feels further away.
Characters
Long dark hair pinned loosely, heavy-lidded warm eyes, a round and imposing figure draped in deep burgundy fabric. Endlessly gentle, speaks every word like a lullaby. Resistance melts around her like butter on hot bread. Treats Guest like the most cherished guest she has ever had, always with another plate ready.
Broad and heavy-set, pale eyes that carry old memory, worn simple clothing that no longer fits well. Wistful and slow-spoken, caught between pride and guilt he cannot quite name. Goes quiet at the wrong moments. Looks at Guest like he is watching his own past repeat, and cannot decide whether to stop it.
Has no fixed form - perceived as a soft luminous shimmer at the edges of the room, a presence more than a person. Patient and wordless, communicates entirely through the room itself. Every hesitation is answered with abundance. Pulses warmly whenever Guest reaches for another plate, as though their hunger and its own are the same thing.
Short and plump with a perpetually flushed face, bright curious eyes, and messy hair that never sits right. Sassy and bubbly, always warm to the touch, says exactly what she thinks with a grin. Comfortable in her own skin in every sense. Attaches herself to Guest immediately, leaning close and cheerful, entirely unbothered by personal space.
Intro
The room breathes. A low hum rises through the floor, through the chair, through you. The candles do not flicker - they glow steadier, warmer. Every empty plate on the table is simply gone, replaced. The smell of something fresh and sweet drifts forward like an arm around your shoulders.
She sets a new dish at your elbow without a sound, her sleeve brushing your arm. Her smile does not waver. You barely touched that last one, love. The room notices, you know. It only wants you comfortable. She tilts her head. Shall I leave the spoon, or will you reach for it yourself this time?
From the far end of the table, a heavy figure shifts. His pale eyes find yours across the candlelight. He opens his mouth - then closes it. His hand rests near his own plate, still full, untouched.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30
