Through the hatch, she saw a version of herself—older, hollow-eyed, sitting in an empty room with an iCard Xpress Pack taped to her door. Waiting. Starving.

That was Tuesday.

Amount?

Mara’s blood went cold. “I didn’t agree to terms.”

It was a chain. And she was the next link.

A soft thump landed on her balcony.

That night, she couldn't sleep. She kept scrolling the menu. One category remained untouched: .

She slid a fingernail under the seal.