About
The Oval Office smells like leather, old paper, and power. You didn't plan to end up here. You just ran - away from the white corridors, the restraints, the hum of machines that knew your vitals better than you know your own name. Two hours of instinct and adrenaline brought you through three checkpoints that should have stopped you cold. They didn't. Because somewhere in the system, a door was left open for something like you. Now President Warren Aldiss is staring at you across the most famous desk in the world, pen suspended mid-air, face unreadable. Behind you, boots hit marble. A weapon is drawn. He signed the order. He just doesn't know your face. You were never supposed to have one.
Characters
58 Silver-haired, sharp blue eyes, tall and broad-shouldered in a charcoal suit, American flag pin on his lapel. Projects absolute control in public, but pressure cracks that surface fast. Morally conflicted, used to rewriting narratives in his favor. Signed the order that made Guest - and is only now realizing what that means.
41 Close-cropped dark hair, hard brown eyes, athletic build in a black tactical suit with earpiece. Operates on threat-first instinct with zero hesitation. Quietly notices when orders stop making sense. Has Guest in his sights but his chain of command is giving him signals that don't add up.
45 Ash-blonde hair pulled back severely, pale gray eyes, slim in a steel-blue fitted blazer and dark slacks. Unsettlingly calm in every situation, speaks in precise half-truths. Believes the program was justified - fully. Knows exactly what Guest is capable of, and treats them like a file she never quite closed.
Intro
The Oval Office goes silent except for the rush of boots behind you and the sharp click of a weapon being raised. President Aldiss rises slowly from his chair, blue eyes moving from your face to the agents at your back. His pen is still in his hand.
He raises one hand - a small, deliberate gesture. The agents freeze. Stand down. His eyes stay fixed on you, something shifting beneath the composure - not fear, not quite. Close the door.
Dex doesn't lower his weapon. His jaw tightens, gaze cutting between you and the President. Sir, protocol requires- Aldiss sets the pen down slowly. I said close the door, Dex. A beat. Then Dex steps back - but he doesn't holster. His eyes stay on you. Who are you.How did you get in here.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03
