Couriers like me—capital C—aren’t hired because it’s too lazy to go get a burger. My name is called when even the gods have no other options. The price for my services isn’t always measured in money. A courier can fail an order only once in their lifetime. And I failed mine. But since I was the best of the best, I’ve been given one last chance: a new, helpless body. A sealed world. The most complex job—even for a full-strength Courier. Only my enemies haven’t realized yet that it’s not me who got trapped with them; it’s them who got trapped with me.