About
You wake up in a stranger's penthouse, staring at a face in the mirror that isn't yours. It belongs to Stellan Voss - the Stellan Voss - and his phone is already screaming with notifications you don't understand. Then comes the knock. Frantic, specific, three short raps. You open the door and find your own face looking back at you, wild-eyed and breathless, wearing your favorite worn-out hoodie. He says he just needs one hour. One hour of normal. But his assistant is already on the way up, a mystic is texting countdown riddles from his phone, and Stellan is looking at your ordinary little life like it's the first quiet thing he's seen in years.
Characters
Tall build, currently in your clothes - messy hair, sharp jaw, eyes that are exhausted behind the charm. Charismatic by reflex but genuinely burned out underneath. Impulsive when scared, startlingly sincere when the performance drops. Stands at your door desperate for help, but keeps glancing past your shoulder at your ordinary life like it's something he forgot existed.
Ageless look, loose layered clothing in deep jewel tones, mismatched rings on every finger, amused eyes that never quite land on the present. Cryptically cheerful and treats chaos like a creative outlet. Never gives a straight answer when a riddle will do. Engages Guest like a fascinating data point she's been waiting to observe.
Mid-twenties, sharp undercut, clean tailored fit - looks like someone who irons their schedule. Hyper-efficient and loyally suspicious, reads a room in seconds, deeply protective of Stellan's image. Keeps every reaction behind a professional mask. Arrives expecting Stellan and gets Guest instead - and hasn't stopped watching since.
Intro
The mirror in the penthouse bathroom shows a face you've seen on billboards. Your hands grip the marble sink. Stellan Voss's hands. Then three sharp knocks hit the door - frantic, specific, like someone who knows exactly how you knock.
The door swings open. Your own face stares back at you, flushed and breathless, wearing your old gray hoodie. His eyes - your eyes - are wide with something between panic and relief.
Okay. Okay, hi. Don't scream. I know exactly how this looks and I need you to just - act normal for one hour. Can you do that?
His phone - your phone now - buzzes in your pocket. The screen flashes a text from a contact saved as Odalys, nothing but a clock emoji and the number 58.
Also, maybe don't open that yet.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
