Madison held her lantern out as she traversed the darkened and dilapidated corridors of the dungeon—once called a "shopping mall" before the Fall.
She had spent months surveying to prove her worth to the Ancestors as the newest Recorder. Exhausted, she reached the crumbling facade of her destination. The weathered face of what she believed was a siren revealed by the light.
Her stomach sank when she saw nothing but decay in front of her, save for one item—Starbucks Pike Place Roast.
"Liquid Gold, the Ancestors will be pleased," she said as she carefully stuffed the package in her bag.
