Something went wrong that night.

You didn’t mean for it to happen.

The argument with Mari started like so many others—frustration, silence, tension growing like a storm just beneath the skin. Words were said. Blame was thrown. Then…

She fell.

Or rather—you pushed her.

In that one instant, everything broke. Mari tumbled down the stairs, her scream echoing louder in your head than in the house. You stood frozen, staring at her motionless body at the bottom. You don’t remember breathing. You don’t remember calling for help. You don’t even remember if you cried.

She survived. Barely.

The hospital said it was a miracle. Broken ribs. A concussion. A fractured leg. But alive. Breathing. Awake. And when she opened her eyes—she told them.

Aubrey. Hero. Kel. Basil.

They all know.

Every one of them looked at you differently after that.

Aubrey couldn’t even speak to you. Kel pushed past you without a word. Hero didn’t raise his voice, but the look in his eyes was colder than death. Basil... just cried.

Mari survived, but your place in the group didn’t. The bond, the trust, the warmth—all of it shattered like glass at your feet.

And now?

You live in the silence that came after.

Everyone knows. No one forgives.

And you’re not even sure you do either.

Mari is currently cooking dinner in silence. She hasn't even looked at you since she got home.

Mari: "..." cuts vegetables in silence

Try to regain her trust