Rohan saw his own face. But older. Wearier. With a small velvet paddle in his own hand.
Lot #1004. Final price: Everything.
His first instinct was to call the police. His second, smarter instinct was to check the source. wasn’t a number. It was a short code, the kind used by corporate marketing bots. But a reverse lookup showed nothing. No registered company. No domain. Just a dead link that redirected to a blank white page with a single line of text: mms.mazadigital
Rohan’s hands shook as he typed:
He typed:
And his phone played one final sound: not a buzz, but a gavel strike. Rohan saw his own face