The rain poured endlessly, drowning the city in its relentless rhythm. What remained of the turkey was loaded onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Nurse RiRi stood frozen, pale, unable to hide her horror. “I’ve seen horrors in war,” Dry muttered, his voice rough. “But nothing like this.” The wind tore through the alley, carrying the smell of roasted meat. The remains glistened under the flickering streetlight, rain mixing with grease and grime. Kato stood silent, his gaze fixed on the ambulance. He couldn’t stop thinking about the auction. 0.02811 ETH—he hadn’t outbid it. Rules didn’t change here, not for Thanksgiving or anything else. “This mess is for Suparno,” Dry added, his tone dark. “The chief will love this one.” Above them, the clock struck midnight as the rain lashed harder. Thanksgiving wasn’t over—it had only just begun.