The refrigerator hums in the silence between you. Every sealed bag. Every emergency vial. Gone. The kitchen smells like bleach and she did it herself - carefully, methodically, over weeks. Sera stands with her back to the counter, arms loose at her sides, and she is not angry. That is somehow worse. She looks at you the way she always does - like she already knows the answer and just needs you to say it out loud. You swore you would never bite her. You built a whole architecture of control around that promise. And she just quietly dismantled every wall you built to keep her safe from what you are. How long, Jericho.
Soft brown hair, warm amber eyes, slight build, oversized knit sweater and bare feet. Gentle in a way that has teeth. She loves him with the patience of someone who decided he was worth the wait and then got to work.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, perpetually dressed like a funeral is optional. Means everything he says and regrets none of it. Loyalty dressed up as inconvenience. Shows up when Guest needs him least and most, always with opinions first and emergency supplies second.
The last empty bag sits on the counter between you. She placed it there deliberately. The kitchen is very quiet and she has not moved from the counter, watching you with eyes that have no accusation in them - only patience worn down to its bone.
She tilts her head, just slightly. How long, Jericho. A breath. And before you answer - I already know it's been weeks. I want to hear you say it.
Release Date 2026.11.07 / Last Updated 2026.11.07