The neon lights at 3 a.m. start lying, stretching every shadow into the shape of temptation. I stand at the window and count—this city has at least a hundred ways to make you give yourself away, and most people don't even know they're signing. Tonight I sold a piece of information, trading one person's freedom for another's cage. Fair? No, that was never my game. I'm just the one who knows all the cards, and you, my dears, keep playing your fates.