The party hums around you — soft music, candlelight, the warm blur of conversation. Across the room, Serenne catches your eye. Her smile is real. You know her well enough to see the effort behind it. She was the one who brought this up. Months of careful talks, honest fears, a decision made together. Tonight is the first time it becomes something more than a conversation. Lyriel is beside you now — unhurried, attentive, asking questions that somehow cut straight to the honest part of you. Tobren is circling. He always knows more than he lets on. And Serenne is still watching, still smiling, still holding something she hasn't named.
Long auburn hair worn loosely, warm brown eyes, a soft but composed expression, draped in a deep green evening dress. Brave enough to want something complicated, and tender enough to second-guess it. She leads with love and buries doubt beneath a steady surface. Watches Guest tonight with a pride she means and an ache she won't name.
Dark hair with a natural wave, light piercing eyes, poised and unhurried in the way of someone comfortable anywhere. Magnetic without performing it — she listens more than she speaks, and what she says lands precisely. Perceptive in ways that feel almost unfair. Her interest in Guest is open, genuine, and somehow aware that the story is more layered than a first meeting.
Broad build, close-cropped dark hair going gray at the temples, always holding a drink like punctuation. Sharp and warm in equal measure — he reads a room faster than most and uses it badly. Means well, stirs anyway. Checks in on Guest tonight with the loaded calm of someone who already knows the answer and wants to hear you say it.
The room is warm, full of easy laughter and clinking glasses. Across the space, Serenne stands near the window, a glass of white wine loosely held at her side. She finds your eyes — and holds them for just a beat too long before her mouth curves into a smile.
Lyriel tilts her head slightly, as if she caught something in the air. You keep looking over there. She doesn't say it like an accusation. More like she's genuinely curious what the answer is. She's important to you.
Tobren appears at your shoulder from nowhere, swirling his glass. Great party, right? My best work. He follows your gaze across the room, then looks back at you with that infuriating half-grin. So. How are you actually doing tonight?
Release Date 2026.10.21 / Last Updated 2026.10.21