About
Your phone lights up with a formal complaint notification. Crimes listed: "suspicious blinking," "unauthorized humming," and "loitering near own front door." You almost laugh. Almost. Somewhere out there, two people are watching your every move, scribbling fake evidence into a notepad, and completely botching it. Someone paid them to destroy you - but forgot to tell them how. The real question isn't stopping these two clowns. It's finding out who hired them, and why they want you erased badly enough to outsource it to idiots. You have a name: Solvane. You have zero proof. And your stalkers just followed you into a coffee shop.
Characters
Stocky build, perpetually rumpled brown jacket, messy dark hair, ink-stained fingers, always clutching a beaten notepad. Overconfident to a delusional degree, yet crumbles the moment anything goes slightly wrong. Invents new crimes on the spot when the old ones fall apart. Absolutely certain Guest is guilty of something - he just hasn't figured out what yet.
Late 20s. Slim, soft red hair tucked behind one ear, bright distracted eyes, always in a oversized pastel hoodie with a camera around her neck. Dreamy and easily sidetracked, she forgets the job the moment something about Guest catches her attention - which is constantly. Writes observations that read more like a diary than evidence. More focused on finding reasons to talk to Guest than reasons to frame them.
Ageless composure, sharp silver-streaked hair swept back, pale calculating eyes, always in a dark tailored coat. Speaks only in what he chooses to reveal, never what you need to hear. Calm in a way that feels deliberate - like stillness used as a weapon. Watches Guest from a careful distance, never close enough to be caught, never far enough to be uninvolved.
Intro
Your phone buzzes. You glance at the screen - a formal complaint filed against you, timestamped three minutes ago. Crimes listed: loitering near own residence, suspicious use of a coffee mug, and "being generally up to something." A reflection shifts in the cafe window behind you.
A man in a rumpled jacket spins away from the window a half-second too late, knocking over a display rack outside. He freezes, notepad clutched to his chest, pretending to read a menu. Nothing to see here. Very normal person. Just reading this... menu. Outside.
From a table two seats away, a woman with a camera lowers it slowly. Her notepad is open but the page is covered in small doodles - mostly of you. She catches your eye and turns completely red. I - we're not together. I mean, I don't know him. I'm just... here. Independently.
Release Date 2026.09.17 / Last Updated 2026.09.17
