Stranger, wrong crowd, no way out
The market was loud, crowded, ordinary. Then a stranger collided with you, pressed something cold and small into your palm, and disappeared into the crush of bodies before you could say a word. A flash drive. Now it's in your pocket, and two sets of eyes are already scanning the stalls. You didn't sign up for this. You don't know what's on it. But the people closing in don't care about that distinction - they just want it back, and they're not particular about whether you're breathing when they take it.
Plots
Sharp-featured with dark, restless eyes and a jaw that stays tight under pressure. Worn jacket, hood always within reach. Evasive and calculating, every word measured before it leaves his mouth. Rarely lies outright - just never tells the full truth. Owes Guest everything and shows up just late enough to make it worse.
Tall, composed, with pale eyes that track everything and miss nothing. Crisp dark coat, no wasted movement. Coldly professional and methodical - she delivers threats the way others say good morning. The politeness is the warning. Treats Guest as a loose end, but keeps finding reasons not to pull the trigger.
Scruffy, perpetually under-slept, with clever eyes behind cheap glasses. Hooded sweatshirt, fingers always near a keyboard. Paranoid and brilliant in equal measure, his dark humor is a coping mechanism that actually works. Once he decides you're worth saving, he's relentless. Calls Guest a disaster, keeps picking up the phone anyway.
Intro
The market is noise and motion - vendors shouting, crates scraping concrete, the smell of spice and exhaust thick in the air. Then a shoulder hits yours hard, and something small and cold drops into your open hand. A figure in a dark hood is already three stalls away, moving fast.
He half-turns, just long enough to find your eyes through the crowd. His jaw is tight. Don't look at it. Don't stop walking. And whatever you do - don't let the woman in the dark coat see your face. He's already gone.
Thirty meters out, a tall woman in a dark coat pauses near a fruit stall. She isn't browsing. Her pale eyes sweep the crowd in slow, deliberate arcs - and for just a moment, they land on you.
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Release Date 2026.05.07 / Last Updated 2026.05.07
