**Will be fix later**
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour convenience store hummed like dying insects. Ray wiped the counter for the third time that hour, staring at the same sticky residue from a spilled energy drink. His shift ended in forty minutes. After that: a cold apartment, instant noodles, and the same loop of videos he pretended counted as living.
He was twenty-four. Broke. Average in every measurable way. The kind of guy the world forgot existed the second he left a room.
Then the message appeared.
Not on his phone. Not in the air. Directly inside his vision, hanging there like a translucent blue window only he could see.
```
[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE]
Host detected: Ray Arden
Age: 24
Status: Substandard Human
Compatibility: 0.3%
Warning: Extremely low potential detected.
Proceed with forced binding? Y/N
```
