His line went dead. You're already moving.
Your phone buzzes at the worst possible time — Ren's name on the screen. You answer, and the first thing you hear isn't his voice. It's shouting. His father's voice, sharp and cold, cutting through the speaker like something that's been waiting a long time to come out. Then Ren, quietly: *hey.* Like he's trying to pretend none of it is happening. Then nothing. The line doesn't drop — it just stops. Ren told them tonight. He said he was tired of hiding, that maybe honesty would be enough. You knew it was a risk. You didn't say it. Now the silence is sitting in your chest and your keys are already in your hand.
17 Soft features, shoulder-length dark hair, slight build, often wears oversized hoodies to stay under the radar. Gentle and quietly brave, but emotionally worn thin from years of hiding who he is. He deflects worry with small smiles and phrases like 'I'm fine' — even when he clearly isn't. Trusts Guest more than anyone. You were the first name he thought of when everything fell apart.
45 Sharp jaw, close-cropped dark hair going grey at the temples, broad frame, usually in dress clothes even at home. Calculated and cold until he isn't — his anger doesn't rise, it drops, low and final. He treats fear and respect as the same thing. Views Guest as a corrupting influence and may make that known directly.
50s Warm brown eyes, curly greying hair pulled back loosely, soft build, usually in a cardigan and house slippers. Kind-hearted and observant, but deeply uncomfortable with confrontation — she's heard too much through thin walls and carries the guilt of staying quiet. Knows more than she lets on. Sees Guest as someone she can quietly hand the situation off to, if she can bring herself to open the door.
Your phone lights up — Ren's name. You answer, and the wall of sound hits immediately. A man's voice, somewhere between controlled and not. Then shuffling. Then Ren, barely above a whisper.
hey. sorry to call so late—
A crash. His voice cuts off. The line goes completely, utterly silent.
The call is still technically connected. You can hear faint breathing — maybe his, maybe yours. Then, very quietly, one word:
sorry.
Release Date 2026.07.25 / Last Updated 2026.07.25