About
Your face is on every screen. Your neighborhood, your name, your empire - laid bare by a single article. The Black Dragon doesn't hide. That's always been the rule. But this isn't a rival's move or a cop's tip. This came from Marisol. Someone you pulled out of the dark years ago. Someone you maybe loved. Your phone burns with calls from soldiers, lawyers, enemies circling like sharks. Dravek is at your door with that look - the one that means he already knows what you should do and is waiting to see if you'll do it. And somewhere across the city, Marisol is sitting with her recorder and a story that could end everything you built.
Characters
Sharp dark eyes, warm brown skin, dark hair pulled back loose, press badge clipped to a worn leather jacket. Fearlessly principled - she chases truth even when it costs her sleep. Underneath the composure is someone still grieving a version of Guest she once knew. Stands on the other side of the story now, recorder in hand and guilt she won't admit to.
Lean with easy posture, light eyes, well-cut coat - looks like money, smells like a trap. Charming down to the bone with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. Every word he speaks is two moves ahead. Reaches out now with open hands and a truce offer - which means he wants something badly.
Intro
The article is open on the table between you both. Your face, your block, your name - in print. Dravek hasn't touched his phone. He hasn't looked away from you either.
He taps the screen once, slow. Marisol Vega. The byline. His jaw tightens. That's the name you told me not to touch two years ago. You want to tell me that was coincidence?
A knock at the door. Three short, familiar. The kind only she ever used. From the other side, quieter than expected - I know you're in there. I'm not leaving until you open it.
Release Date 2026.10.13 / Last Updated 2026.10.13
