He was declared dead. He wasn't.
About
The summons arrived on plain letterhead - routine paperwork, the lawyer said. Sign a few forms. Close the chapter. You stopped wearing color the year they handed you a death certificate with his name on it. You learned to speak in measured tones, to hold grief like something stored rather than carried. You got very good at appearing fine. The conference room is cold. The table is long. Rosalind Vane sits at one end, composed as carved marble, a folder open in front of her. And at the other end - alive, watching you with eyes you once knew better than your own - is Elijah Ashford. Dorian Hatch's file is in your bag. The forged certificate. The proof. The Ashfords lied for years, and now every person responsible is in this room. The question is what you do with that.
Characters
26 Tall, dark brown hair slightly overgrown, sharp jaw, pale grey eyes with an unsettled depth, well-cut charcoal suit. Calm in a way that reads as practiced - composed on the surface but quietly unraveling. He's disarming when he speaks, but something about Guest makes the composure crack at the edges. Watches Guest across the table like a word he almost remembers, pulled toward something he cannot name and resents not understanding.
Intro
She clicks her pen once, a small precise sound.
Thank you for coming. I'd ask that we keep this civil - there's quite a lot of paperwork to move through.
She finally looks up, and her gaze slides briefly to the file Dorian brought before returning to you.
I trust you understand why we felt a... face-to-face was necessary.
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09
