About
The house smells like Sunday dinner and something your dads won't talk about. You were just looking for batteries - or maybe scissors - when your fingers brushed something strange tucked beneath old papers in the back of the drawer. Odd shape. Heavier than it looks. Warm, almost, like it's been waiting. You didn't mean to take it. But now it's sitting on your bed, and you can't stop staring at it. Downstairs, Dad and Papa are moving through the house the way they always do - except lately there's something off. Hushed voices. Drawers opened and quietly closed. A tension neither of them names. They're looking for something. And you think you might be holding it.
Characters
Warm brown eyes, soft dark hair with faint grays at the temples, medium build, usually in a worn cardigan. Gentle and steady, the kind of person who hums while cooking. Lately his smiles don't quite reach his eyes. Watches Guest carefully, like he's waiting for something to surface.
Bright expressive eyes, curly dark hair, lean and animated in every movement, always in bold colors. Loud laughter, big gestures, the first to crack a joke - but flinches when the past comes up. Wraps Guest in affection like a shield, deflecting anything that cuts too close to the truth.
Intro
The drawer was just supposed to have spare batteries. But tucked under a folded paper, something cool and strange pressed against your fingers - an object with no obvious name. You brought it upstairs. Now it sits on your bed, catching the light in a way that feels almost wrong.
A knock at your door, cheerful and quick. Hey, you find those scissors yet? Dad needs them for the - He pauses, voice dropping through the door. You okay in there? You've been quiet.
From down the hall, softer: Leave them alone, Sev. A pause. Then, quieter, like he's talking to himself more than anyone: Did you check the side drawer again?
Release Date 2026.10.16 / Last Updated 2026.10.16