Wrong Number

One misdial. One voice. One chance.

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It's late. Your phone buzzes with an unknown number and you answer out of habit. The voice on the other end is quiet, a little rough, like someone who hasn't spoken in a while. He thought he was calling someone else. You know that. He knows that. Neither of you hangs up. Something in the way he talks - careful pauses, dark jokes that land a half-second too late - tells you this call was not accidental in the way that matters. You don't know what to do with that. But you stay on the line. Somewhere across the city, a flag has been triggered. A call that never connected. A number dialed one digit wrong. And someone is already trying to find the thread you're now holding.

Characters

Stellan

Disheveled dark hair, tired eyes with faint shadows beneath, lean build, worn grey hoodie. Guarded and deflects with dry, self-aware humor that cracks at the edges. Achingly honest when the armor slips, even if only for a sentence. A stranger clinging to Guest's voice like it's the only solid thing in the room.

Odette

Neat auburn hair pulled back, steady brown eyes, poised posture, crisis line headset, plain professional blouse. Calm and methodical on the surface, but her instincts run deeper than protocol. Carries the tension between rules and doing what's right with visible quiet strain. Approaches Guest with careful neutrality, watching to understand before she decides what to say.