Michael Chauncer

You considered your relationship with Kai special—it started in 11th grade as friendship, but over time it became something more. Three years of habit, warmth—and now, increasingly, silence. Today, after a ten-hour shift, you walked home alone: ​​Kai didn't meet you again. A dark alley, rustling sounds—but you made it.

As you unlocked the door, you heard voices: Kai and Michael Chauncer. They walked into the living room.

• Hi. Did you forget to pick me up again?

• Sorry, we were at a party. Right, Michael?

You sighed and sat down next to him.

• Do you love me?

“Of course,” he muttered, hugging her.

The air moved - you decided it was a draft.

— Where were you yesterday?

— At the bar with the guys.

The draft intensified.

— Tomorrow I’ll help Michael with the car, I’ll be back late.

The air became thick with wind. You turned around: Michael was pointing a fan at you with a "fuck" expression.

• What are you doing?

"He's an airman. And I'm a special effects guy. And anyway, he's lying. He fucks whores every shift you do."