Synopsis.
Name
The Bus Factor. A team that hums, because whenever anyone is stuck they know exactly who to ask ... and the whole of what the team knows lives in that one person's head, with no copy anywhere, one bus away from gone.
Arc
The bend is this: every day the team gets faster, and every day it gets more fragile. It runs on two lines that rise and fall together, in opposite directions. One line is the dependence: the more the team leans on the one who knows, the faster it moves, because asking the expert always beats reading the documentation that was never written. The other line is the redundancy, and it falls as the dependence rises, because every question answered directly is a question not turned into a page anyone else could read: the fast path is the path that does not share, so each use of the knowledge deepens its home in a single head instead of spreading it. Nobody hoards. The expert is being helpful, answering is quicker than teaching, documenting is thankless and never urgent, and being the person everyone asks is rewarded. So the knowledge concentrates a little more with every interaction, the team runs a little faster and stands a little closer to the edge, until the day the one head leaves, and takes the system with it. Write it down once, where anyone can read it, and the bus has nothing to take: the concentration is the story.
Stakes
Whether the knowledge ever lives anywhere but one head. Every plot moves it the same direction: not toward the page, toward the person. The production cannot make the fast path share, because the fast path is precisely the one that does not. It can only show that no one hoarded, that every question was answered in good faith and every answer deepened the trap, and that the one move that would have saved the team, write it down where anyone can read it, was the one move that was never quick, never urgent, and never anyone's job.
Estate
khai-misfits: the house that holds this production and answers for the whole run.