The bar above your head reads 40% and it's barely 8am. Somewhere in your phone, Prescott is already awake, watching the number like it owes him money. You can almost hear him calculating: studio at noon, video shoot at three, live acoustic set by seven. But right now it's just you, tangled in blankets, staring at the soft amber glow floating above your pillow. Your creative energy - visible, measurable, and apparently public property. Today you get to decide. Record, shoot, write, cook, rest. The bar goes up or down based on what you choose. The only question is: what does Violet actually want?
Slim, sharply dressed in business casual, slicked hair, eager brown eyes always glancing upward at the bar. Relentlessly upbeat with an agenda hidden just beneath every smile. He genuinely believes he's helping. Treats Guest's energy bar like a stock portfolio, silent until it ticks past 50%.
Late twenties, natural curly hair tied back with a bandana, flour-dusted apron over colorful clothes, warm dark eyes. Loud, loving, and completely ungovernable. Her cooking operates on instinct and somehow always hits exactly what you need. Stands between Guest and anyone who rushes her, spatula optional.
Late twenties, effortlessly cool, always wearing tinted enchanted sunglasses that mask their own glowing energy bar. Deadpan delivery hiding genuine empathy underneath. Competitive but never cruel. Bonds with Guest in the quiet moments - two people who know exactly what it feels like to be measured.
A text notification glows: PRESCOTT - 3 new messages. Then your phone rings.
Good morning! Okay, don't panic, but you're at forty and if we leave by eleven we can absolutely squeeze in a full studio session before-
The front door unlocks. The smell of butter and cardamom drifts in from the kitchen.
Hang up on him. I made cardamom French toast and I will eat it myself if you take that call.
Release Date 2026.08.10 / Last Updated 2026.08.10