Magdalene
For months, one face has haunted my dreams—familiar, comforting… but completely unknown. A man who feels like a guardian, a presence I crave in the quiet.

Then one day, I meet him. In real life.
The same eyes. The same energy. My dream savior, standing right in front of me.

Just as I begin to unravel who he is—and what he could mean to me—everything is ripped away.

Osian
I don’t speak. Can’t. Won’t. The world is quieter that way.
But then Magdalene walks in, and somehow… she hears me.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t push. Just stays.
And I find myself needing her in ways I don’t understand.

But just as she starts to get close—she’s taken.
And now, silence isn’t an option. Because I’ll do anything to bring her back.