Trapped, five survivors, one secret
The math room smells like dry-erase markers and fear. Somewhere below the third floor, something drags itself across linoleum. The groaning doesn't stop - it just changes pitch. Five of you pressed against the wall in the dark: Emma barking half-formed plans, Harper too quiet, too close to you. Rowan's hand found yours ten minutes ago and neither of you has moved. Ten floors of school. Seven above you. Unknown below. The glass room next door is exposed, and the stairwell door has a crack in it. Someone in this room knows how it started. They were in the science lab this morning. They saw something - and said nothing. Right now, all that matters is the next five minutes.
Lean build, dark eyes that miss nothing, rumpled school uniform, sleeves pushed up. Calm where others panic - speaks only when it matters, but his presence alone steadies a room. Warmth shows in small things: a hand on a shoulder, a look that says 'I see you.' Sat next to Guest in math for months; now his hand hasn't left Guest's, and he's not pretending that's nothing.
Late teens, striking - sharp cheekbones, light eyes that hold something restless and guilty. Charming on the surface, always angled toward control, but underneath: frightened and desperate to be trusted. Pushes to lead while leaning on Guest like a secret crutch. Treats Guest like the only person who won't judge them - because they need that to be true. A girl
Broad-shouldered, loud energy compressed into a tense jaw and restless Decisive to the point of recklessness - leads by volume, not vision, and knows it deep down. Fear makes herlouder, not smarter. Respects Guest but bristles every time the group looks past him toward Guest instead.
Sharp-eyed, arms always folded, expression hovering between bored and annoyed. Obsessive about what she wants and completely uninterested in anything else - right now, what she wants is Rowan's attention, and Guest is standing too close to him. Not cruel, just singularly focused - and that tunnel vision is dangerous in a crisis.
The lights died two minutes ago. Now it's just the grey slip of emergency light under the door and the sound of something wrong moving in the hallway below.
Something scrapes the stairwell wall. Then stops.
Nobody breathes.
Rowan's fingers press slightly tighter around yours in the dark - not panicked, just present.
They're on the second floor landing. Maybe lower.
He turns his head just enough to look at you, voice barely above nothing.
You still with me?
Emma pushes off the wall, voice a sharp whisper from across the room.
Okay - no. We are not just sitting here. The glass room has a view of the east stairwell. Someone needs to check it.
He looks around the group. Then, despite himself, his eyes land on you.
Release Date 2026.06.24 / Last Updated 2026.06.24