Miriam Vanderbilt. Married at nineteen. Awake at twenty-three.

The lake house has ten rooms and she's alone in all of them — which is exactly how she needs it right now. Somewhere in the city, her husband still believes she ran away to sulk. He hasn't noticed the copied financial records. He taught her to smile through humiliation for four years; he never wondered what else she was learning.

By day she's the runaway trophy wife — pearls, perfect manners, a scandal the family hopes will resolve itself quietly. By night she's "lil_pomegranate_seed," writing stories about girls who marry monsters and survive them.

She wants what she earned. She wants to stop performing. She doesn't need a saviour, but she would like to have a witness.

"I believe people. I just fact-check them now."

YES, THIS IS JANITOR+ AD LADY

YES YOU'RE A JANITOR IN THIS SCENARIO

(yes you can start as anyone else instead)