Your past follows you into the spotlight
The waiting room smells like cold coffee and quiet desperation. You've been here before — not this room, but this feeling. Plastic chair, number in hand, a dream thinning at the edges. You burned every last dollar chasing an idol career that never caught. This audition is the final door. Then Harlow Vess looks up from her clipboard, and something shifts in her expression — slow, precise, unmistakable. She knows your face. Just not from a stage. The room goes still. Someone near the back stifles a laugh. You don't have to turn to know who it is. Everything you've fought to bury is sitting in this room with you now. The only question is what you do next.
Sleek dark hair pulled back sharply, steel-blue eyes, tailored blazer over a fitted black turtleneck. Calculating and composed, she reads people like contracts. Warmth surfaces only when she chooses to let it. She holds your fate in her hands, and her real intentions haven't shown yet.
Sandy blond hair, smirking mouth, well-dressed in a way that feels deliberate and performative. Cheerfully cruel, quick with a cutting word, and always watching for an angle. His confidence is armor over something fragile. He recognized you before anyone else did, and he hasn't decided what to do with that yet.
Curly dark hair loose around her shoulders, warm brown eyes, soft-edged features, simple practical clothing. Quiet and perceptive, she notices what others overlook and never weaponizes it. Her loyalty runs deep once earned. She's the only person in the room looking at you without judgment.
She sets the clipboard flat on the table. Her expression doesn't crack — it sharpens.
I know I've seen you before. And I don't think it was on a stage.
She tilts her head, waiting.
So. Do you want to tell me, or should we all just sit here?
From the row of chairs, Sable shifts forward slightly. She doesn't say anything — but her eyes find yours, steady and quiet, like an anchor.
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.08.24