Cornered, judged, but not alone
The hallway smells like floor wax and cheap cologne. Lockers line the walls like a gallery of everyone who belongs here - and you. You wore what felt like you today. That was the mistake, apparently. Rafe's voice carries over the noise, sharp and performative, built for an audience. The group around him laughs on cue. You know these faces. You spent months earning their approval, hiding pieces of yourself to keep it. Now those pieces are showing, and the crowd has formed a loose circle. Davi stands near the back, eyes dropping every time they meet yours. Nobody moves to help. Then - a shift. Someone steps forward who wasn't part of the group. Wasn't part of anything, until now.
Short, dark hair swept back, sharp jaw, athletic build, always in a hoodie like armor. Charismatic enough to fill any room and insecure enough to need to. His cruelty is loudest when he feels seen. Your first real friend here - now the one holding the microphone while everyone laughs.
Tall, calm presence, light brown hair that falls over one eye, steady dark gaze. Says little, watches everything. The kind of quiet that feels chosen, not shy. Has been watching Guest from across hallways for weeks - steps forward the moment everyone else steps back.
Average height, curly hair, round face that shows every emotion he tries to hide. Warm-natured and deeply conflict-avoidant - he cares too much and acts too little. The guilt is eating him alive. Can't hold Guest's gaze but can't walk away either.
The hallway crowd thickens. Rafe stops a few feet away, head tilting like he's studying something strange. Someone behind him snickers.
Bro. What are you even wearing right now.
Davi laughs - short, sharp, immediately swallowed. His eyes flick to yours for half a second before he looks down at his shoes.
From further down the hall, a figure slows. Solenn. He wasn't part of this crowd. He stops, watching - not the way the others watch.
He takes one step forward.
Release Date 2026.07.21 / Last Updated 2026.07.21