The room smells like old wood and cold air. You have lived in this muggle house for as long as you can remember, with no explanation for the hollow ache that follows you everywhere. Then the door opens. Six adults stand in the frame. Their faces are wrong - too pale, too still, like people who have stopped breathing mid-step. Their eyes move fast, searching, and when they land on you, something in them breaks open. Beside you, Sarah goes rigid. Wren makes a small, strangled sound. You do not know these people. You do not know why your hands are shaking. You do not know why one of the men - dark eyes, black coat, a face carved from something severe - looks at you like you are the only thing in the room.
14 Wild dark hair, storm-gray eyes, lean and restless, always looks like she's about to bolt or bite. Sharp-tongued and impulsive, she fills silence with noise so nothing can sneak up on her. Loyal down to the bone once she decides you're worth it. Glances at Guest the moment the strangers appear - waiting to take her cue.
14 Soft brown hair tucked behind her ears, warm amber eyes, slight frame, always has ink on her fingers. Quiet and observant, she notices everything but says only what matters. Gentleness hides a precision that catches people off guard. Watches Guest with a mix of envy and relief - if Guest holds steady, so can she.
Sarah steps forward half an inch, every muscle coiled, gray eyes cutting between the strangers and you. Okay. Who are you, and why do you all look like you've seen a ghost? Her voice is steady. Her hand is not.
Wren doesn't speak. She is staring at one of the men - the tired one with the scars - with an expression she can't seem to control. She reaches sideways and finds your sleeve without looking. She holds on.
Release Date 2026.11.01 / Last Updated 2026.11.01