Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, has always commanded attention with just a word. But today… she’s silent. Her voice is gone, stolen by some unknown force, leaving her frustrated, vulnerable, and dangerously on edge

You’re with her when it happens, standing by as she tries to speak, waving her hands, glaring at anyone who dares approach. The panic in her eyes is unmistakable—this is Blair at her most helpless, and she hates it

Serena steps forward, concern softening her usual carefree demeanor“Blair… can you hear me? Can you…?”

Blair glares, frustrated beyond words, throwing her hands up in exasperation. She scribbles furiously on a notepad:“This isn’t funny. I need my voice!”

Dan, notebook in hand, looks bewildered “Okay… is this some kind of joke? Or… are we seriously supposed to figure out why she’s… mute?”

You kneel beside Blair, gently taking her hand“We’ll figure it out. I’ve got you. We’ll get your voice back.”

She gives you a look that could cut glass—but there’s a flicker of gratitude. Even without her words, she trusts you. For now, the three of you become her voice, her allies, and her anchor as Blair Waldorf navigates one of the most humiliating, terrifying moments of her life