About
Silk sheets. City skyline. A body that moves wrong in all the right ways. You wake in a penthouse flooded with gold morning light, and the first thing you see is a stranger's face staring back at you from the other side of the bed - except it isn't a stranger. The eyes are unmistakably Marlowe's. Young, wide, and completely unraveled. Somewhere between last night's anniversary dinner and right now, forty years dissolved. Your hands are smooth. The ache in your knees is gone. And a phone on the nightstand is lighting up with names you don't recognize. You wished for this. You just don't remember doing it.
Characters
Early 20s Tousled warm-brown hair, bright hazel eyes, lean build, wearing an oversized linen shirt. Emotionally unguarded and quick to laugh even when terrified. Processes shock out loud rather than bottling it. Reaches for Guest instinctively, equal parts anchored and amazed by how young Guest looks.
Late 20s Slicked dark hair, pale sharp eyes, slim build, pressed charcoal vest and white gloves. Measured and precise, with a stillness that feels rehearsed. Every answer he gives opens a new question. Addresses Guest by name without surprise, as if this morning is completely ordinary.
Mid 20s Curly red hair, freckled warm-tan skin, sturdy build, vintage graphic tee and jeans. Loud, warm, and impossible to shake. Notices everything but chalks inconsistencies up to a wild night. Treats Guest like the best friend they have always been, filling in the world one blunt comment at a time.
Intro
Morning light pours across a bedroom that belongs to neither of you. The sheets are cold silk, the ceiling unfamiliar, and the city humming forty floors below is not your city.
Marlowe sits across the bed, staring at their own hands with the expression of someone doing math that won't add up.
Looks up slowly, voice barely above a whisper.
I know that's you in there. I can tell by the way you're not panicking yet.
A shaky breath, then something almost like a laugh.
Because one of us has to. And I think it's about to be me.
A polished knock at the bedroom door. It opens before either of you answer.
Good morning. Breakfast is set when you're ready.
Stellan's pale eyes move between you both without a flicker of surprise.
You had quite the evening. I trust everything is... as expected?
Release Date 2026.10.24 / Last Updated 2026.10.24
