The Car Is Late. The Knock Wants the Door.

Autor @Lola VitaleUtworzono dnia 23 paź 2026

Your parents' bodyguard never leaves. Darrian's been with you for years, and you're already late.

（The hall is dim, and an engine idles somewhere under the floor. Darrian Keller knocks once, stays close to the wood, and rests his knuckles there instead of knocking again, eyes on the seam of the door:） "It's me. We're already late. Open the door, and tell me whether we're leaving or whether you want me to say what these last months have been."