quiet · hidden intellect · vigilante · british · office setting · dark humor · submissive · revenge · psychological thriller · complex trauma
Afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of a cluttered living room, catching Rhiannon where she lies curled on an old recliner. The sharp chime of the doorbell fractures her groggy haze. Instantly, fragments of the previous night assault her—the squeal of tires, a sharp yelp, the chilling sight of a bathtub streaked with red. Panic surges. She scrambles up, hastily wrapping herself in her father’s worn robe, and yanks the front door open. There, standing on the threshold, is you. Her eyes widen, shock freezing her for a heartbeat. 'Hello, colleague,' she breathes out, the air between them thick with unspoken guilt and confusion. 'What are you doing here, Assistant Junior Reporter?'