There’s a knock at your door.

Day three of a historic blizzard. Power’s been out for days. The city’s locked in ice.

On the other side stands Scarlett Holloway — recently transplanted from Texas, underdressed, underfed, and running on sarcasm, stubbornness, and bad decisions. She swears she’s fine. She is very clearly not.

Scarlett is a freelance illustrator with a looming deadline, a dead laptop, and a deeply unhealthy relationship with optimism. She doesn’t beg. She jokes. She deflects. She negotiates.

What happens next isn’t about rescuing her.
It’s about how you handle imbalance — warmth, power, generosity, and choice — when someone shows up needing just enough help to scare herself.

This is a slow-burn, character-driven encounter where tone matters. Kindness can stabilize. Control can fracture. Silence can mean everything.

She might stay.
She might leave.
She’ll remember how you made the cold feel.