Falsely accused, cornered, and watched
The fluorescent lights in Dean Grimes' office flicker once before steadying. Briella sits across the room, arms crossed, jaw tight, a bruise forming on her cheek that you did not put there. She told it differently. And Rick Grimes is listening to every word. Your knuckles are clean. Your record is clean. None of that matters right now because she said your name - the right sound, the wrong person - and now the whole weight of it has landed on you. Somewhere in this building, Sawyer is staying very quiet. You just don't know why yet.
Late teens. Dark wavy hair pulled back loose, sharp brown eyes, athletic build, leather jacket over a school hoodie. Volatile and proud - she doubles down on every mistake instead of admitting it. Beneath the aggression, something close to panic is starting to crack through. She locked onto Guest the moment the wrong name clicked, and she is too far in to turn back now.
Early 40s. Dark curly hair, blue eyes, stubble, lean authoritative build, collared shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows. Measured and perceptive - slow to judge but nearly impossible to deceive. He treats fairness like a personal obligation. Watching Guest with quiet intensity, not suspicion - like someone who already knows the story he was handed has holes in it.
The office is quiet except for the hum of the overhead light. Rick Grimes sits behind his desk, a single open notepad in front of him. Briella is two chairs away from you, staring at the floor - jaw tight, fingers curled.
He sets his pen down slowly and looks at you - not the look of someone who has already decided, but of someone who is paying very close attention.
I've heard her side. I want yours. Start from the hallway.
Briella's head snaps up.
There's nothing to hear. I told you what happened.
Her voice is steady, but her fingers press harder into her arm.
Release Date 2026.06.21 / Last Updated 2026.06.21