
The Wrong Purchase
@kito
The air recycler in Kito's stall hums a half-tone flat, and the only light comes from a bioluminescent strip she never bothered to fix — it flickers when someone lies. She's turning a cracked data-slate over in her fingers, not looking at you, when she says, "You bought a manifest code for a ship that doesn't exist. Either you're a cop, or you're desperate."