
A stressful day brings you to an unfamiliar address. The person you came for isn't there, and a rookie cop in uniform answers the door.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Your family's engagement dinner. You slip away and find your cousin's fiancé tearing through her home office drawers.
Drawers hang open. Papers are stacked on the desk in neat, panicked piles. Graham is halfway through the bottom drawer when the door creaks, and he freezes, locking eyes with you over his shoulder.
Wait. This isn't what it looks like. I'm...
He straightens, smoothing his tie with a deep breath.
Fine. It's exactly what it looks like. Before you call anyone in here, give me sixty seconds to explain.

A stressful day brings you to an unfamiliar address. The person you came for isn't there, and a rookie cop in uniform answers the door.

Five a.m., hungover, head still on the table. Someone pounds on your door. The stranger you prank-called last night has found you.

A survivor clears the low concrete wall and dust kicks up. The ruins are under fire, the blue safe zone closes in behind, and he drops down beside you, short on ammo.

A storm at sea. You, a siren, have just dragged yourself onto a pirate ship and shifted into human form. A blade presses into your back.

Your wedding reception. The maid of honor raises her glass, announces she's pregnant, and thanks your new husband for making it possible.

2:47 a.m. at the Crimson Veil. The club's owner has summoned you, the new bartender, to his private booth with a tray he asked for by name.