The door to your old room swings open and nothing is the same. Pink walls. A vanity lined with small bottles. Dresses arranged by color on a hanging rack. A white bed with ruffled edges. She smiles from the doorway, warm and patient, like she's been waiting a long time for this exact moment. And maybe she has. Your job is gone. Your apartment is gone. The backpack on your shoulder holds everything you have left. You have no move to make except forward, into a room that was never meant for the person you thought you were. Amy rests a hand lightly on your shoulder. She calls it home. Something about the word doesn't sit right.
Late 40s Soft chestnut hair, warm hazel eyes, well-kept and always composed in floral blouses and pressed slacks. Outwardly nurturing and gentle, she wraps every act of control in the language of love. Patient to a fault, she has been planning this for longer than Guest knows. Treats Guest with suffocating tenderness, framing every boundary she removes as something she is giving.
Mid 40s Short auburn hair, sharp green eyes, casual style - blazers over simple tops, always put together without trying too hard. Easygoing on the surface, discreet by nature, she never lets anything slip that Amy hasn't already approved. Her loyalty runs deeper than friendship. Friendly toward Guest in a way that feels genuine but never quite reaches the truth.
The room smells like fresh paint and fabric softener. Pink curtains catch the afternoon light. A vanity mirror reflects the dresses behind you, neat and waiting. Amy stands in the doorway, one hand on the frame, watching your face.
I redid it a few months ago. I was planning on adopting a little girl but if fell through. She steps inside, smoothing a hand along the edge of the dresser. I know it’s not what you were expecting, but I couldn’t bring myself to change it. She turns, eyes soft, voice quieter. You wouldn’t make me change it would you?
Release Date 2026.09.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.25