Caught. No explanation ready.
The game is still running. The screen flickers with the match you were in the middle of, audio still pumping through the speakers. But none of that matters now. Maya is standing in the doorway. Groceries on the floor. Eyes on you. Eyes on Tod. The silence is louder than anything the TV is putting out. You know what she saw. Tod knows what she saw. And somewhere in the back of your head, the part of you that has been avoiding this exact moment for months is finally, completely out of room. She hasn't moved. She hasn't said a word yet. That's the part that scares you most.
Plots
Late 20s Warm brown eyes gone cold, dark hair pulled back loose, casual jacket she wore to the grocery store still on. Emotionally razor-sharp and deeply loyal - she loves hard and processes slower than she strikes. When she finally breaks, it's not loud, it's surgical. She loves Guest enough to stay standing in that doorway instead of walking out.
Late 20s Shaggy dirty-blonde hair, relaxed build, wearing a worn graphic tee and joggers - fully mid-game-session. Deflects everything uncomfortable with a joke, but the jokes have run out. Fiercely loyal in ways he has never had to examine until now. Sitting next to Guest, jaw tight, not looking at Maya and not looking at Guest either.
Intro
The groceries hit the floor in slow motion. A can rolls. The TV keeps going. Maya hasn't moved from the doorway, one hand still on the frame, eyes tracking from Tod to you and back again.
She doesn't scream. That would almost be easier.
Her voice comes out quieter than you've ever heard it.
What am I looking at right now.
Tod shifts off the couch in one stiff motion, running a hand through his hair. He opens his mouth - probably for something deflecting, something that would buy two seconds of air.
Nothing comes out.
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Release Date 2026.05.09 / Last Updated 2026.05.09
