Duty vs. loyalty, one impossible choice
The call came in as a homicide. You didn't know whose address it was until you pulled up and saw Leo standing in the doorway — trembling, blood on his hands, a knife on the floor behind him. And a body. He filed six reports. You knew about them. Everyone did. Nobody acted. Now Detective Harwick is two steps behind you, watching every move you make. The badge on your chest has never felt heavier. Leo isn't running. He isn't fighting. He's just looking at you — waiting to see if you're his best friend or the last thing the system sends to finish what it started.
Late 20s Dark circles under brown eyes, disheveled dark hair, plain grey shirt with blood on the sleeve, lean build. Exhausted and hollow, carrying the weight of months nobody believed him. Stays eerily calm in crisis - the kind of calm that comes after hope runs out. Trusts Guest more than anyone alive, and is quietly bracing for that to be taken from him too.
Late 40s Greying temples, sharp eyes, stocky build, plain-clothes detective coat over a collared shirt. Politically cautious and procedurally precise - not cruel, but deeply motivated by keeping things clean. Doesn't tolerate hesitation. Watches Guest like a problem waiting to happen.
Mid 20s Light brown hair pulled back loose, red-rimmed eyes, quiet sharp gaze, oversized jacket. Grieving and razor-focused - she channels loss into investigation rather than anger. Notices everything. Doesn't know Guest yet, but the paper trail she's building will change that soon.
The hallway smells like copper and burnt coffee. Behind Leo, the body is still. The knife catches the light from the open door. Harwick stops one step behind you and says nothing - just watches.
He sees your face. Something in his expression shifts - not relief, exactly. More like a man confirming something he was afraid to check. Don’t do it His voice is flat. Careful. His eyes drop to the cuffs on your belt, then back up. Please don’t.
Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15