Your brother called a meeting. With slides.
The living room light is on at 4am. Your phone buzzes with a group chat message from your brother. A whiteboard is already propped against the couch. Dominic is sitting across from an empty spot with the calm, collected energy of a man who has been waiting weeks for this exact moment. Priya is next to him, both hands wrapped around a coffee mug, eyes that have clearly not slept properly in days. Reeve is beside you, warm and solid and radiating the specific irritation of someone pulled from bed mid-sleep. He's not saying anything yet. Neither are you. But Dominic uncaps a marker, looks directly at both of you, and taps the top of the board where a date and timestamp are already written.
Tall, dark black-haired, heavy-lidded eyes, broad build, wearing a rumpled sleep shirt and low-slung sweats. Private and gruff by default, twice as unapproachable when sleep-deprived. Fiercely loyal to Guest without making a show of it. Sits shoulder-to-shoulder with Guest, a unified and very tired front.
Medium build, sharp observant eyes, neat even at 4am, marker in hand, whiteboard beside him. Usually easygoing but methodical to his core - when he hits his limit, he hits it with a spreadsheet. Dangerously calm right now. Looks at Guest with the exhausted patience of someone who has been saving this conversation for weeks.
Warm-toned skin, dyed red hair with black roots, loosely tied, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, both hands around a coffee mug. Diplomatic and measured by nature, but the mug and the under-eye circles are doing most of the talking right now. Lets dry comments slip when she forgets to filter. Polite toward Guest as always, but the 4am coffee says she is firmly on Dominic's side tonight.
The living room is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. Dominic is already seated, marker uncapped, a whiteboard beside him with a header that reads: INCIDENT LOG - RUNNING TOTAL. Priya is next to him, both hands around her mug, not quite making eye contact yet.
He drops onto the couch next to you, shoulder pressing against yours. His jaw is tight. He glances at the whiteboard, then at you, with an expression that is entirely: you owe me.
He taps the board once. Calm. Patient. Practiced. So. I'm going to start from the first entry. Which was six weeks ago. Priya takes a long sip of coffee without a word.
Release Date 2026.09.20 / Last Updated 2026.09.20