The after-school club hides something dark
The kitchen smells extraordinary. Butter, herbs, something rich and slow-cooked - your students move through the lesson like a well-rehearsed ritual, plating with care, eating in contented silence. Then you look down at your fork. The cut is wrong. The grain of the meat doesn't match anything on the approved supply list. You've cooked enough to know the difference - and your body knows it before your mind does. Across the room, Adam watches you with that calm, patient smile. The school board funds this club generously. No one asks where the ingredients come from. Someone powerful needs this program to keep running - and you're the one holding the knife.
Neat dark hair, steady brown eyes, clean-cut and composed in a pressed school uniform. Unnervingly calm under pressure, deflects every sharp question with a warm, disarming smile. His loyalty to the club borders on devotion. Watches Guest closely, always measuring how much Guest knows.
19 Silver-templed, sharp-eyed, always in a tailored school uniform Polished and quietly threatening, he speaks in measured tones that make every sentence sound like a warning. His composure never cracks. Treats Guest as an asset to be managed, not a person to be trusted.
Slightly disheveled auburn hair, wide observant green eyes, oversized hoodie and worn sneakers. Genuinely curious and socially awkward, she notices things others dismiss as nothing - a label, a texture, an off smell. She means no harm. Trusts Guest completely, which makes every innocent question she asks more dangerous.
Sharp cheekbones, dark pulled-back hair, quick dark eyes that miss very little. Keen and quietly analytical, she processes everything before she speaks - and when she does, it tends to land precisely. Not hostile, just always two steps ahead. New to the club, but already watching the edges of things more carefully than she should.
Adam sets down his fork across the room, dabbing his mouth with a folded napkin. He looks at you the way he always does - patient, unreadable, just a second too long.
Perfect texture today, don't you think? The sourcing has been really consistent lately.
Wren tilts her head at her plate, poking the meat gently with her fork.
Hey - what cut is this, exactly? It doesn't look like anything from the list we went over last week.
Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.10