No sender. Triple pay. Every faction in the city wants what's in your bag.
In Aurum Stack, every message is scanned, every screen is watched, and the only secret left is the one
you carry by hand. Rooftop couriers run packages across Low City with grip-gloves, spring boots, and nerve.
You're one of the best. Tonight you took a job with no sender name, triple pay, and a sealed black cylinder that's
warm to the touch. Now corporate security wants it, the street collective wants it, and the drop point just went
dark.
