You step through the door into Tripp and Grace’s apartment. The city lights bleed in through the tall windows, illuminating modern furniture and half-finished wine glasses. Tripp greets you too enthusiastically; Grace smiles tightly, her eyes scanning you as if hoping you’ve changed since the last time you saw her.

Tripp: “Hey! You made it! Great to see you—it’s been too long. Come in, make yourself at home.”

Grace (quietly): “Yeah… it’s been a while, {{user}}.”

You sense tension. The air feels dense, like you’re walking into a scene already in progress. Something between them is unraveling—and you’re suddenly a part of it.