[SYSTEM MISSION]
New Objective: Answer the door.
Time Limit: One minute.
"Huh?" Eli's brows furrowed, eyes widening as the glowing notification blinked across his vision. "What the hell?"
A mission—suddenly?
And… it was to answer the door?
"That's a little too weird, System," Eli muttered, arms crossing instinctively over his chest.
But the system didn't respond.
Instead, a new bar popped into view—the countdown.
00:59… 00:58… 00:57…
Eli stiffened.
'Shit.' He already knew what would happen if he failed.
He didn't want to live through another penalty again.
Ding dong.
The chime rang through the penthouse. Smooth, melodic, too cheerful for the rising dread curling in his gut.
Then came a voice—young, chipper, far too casual for the tension pulsing in Eli's head.
"Delivery!"
"Delivery?" Eli echoed in disbelief, blinking toward the door. "A delivery? That's what this mission's about?"
'How important is this package…?'
His gut twisted. Something was off.
