Chapter Three: I Stole Its Door

The tank held thousands of mirrored glass plates, each reflecting someone destined to die tomorrow. Lu understood. When the rig ruptured the tank, the mirrors would release every future stored in shadow. It wasn't one vehicle that would explode. Thousands of possible deaths would become real at once. “Destroy the mirrors.” “Breaking them releases the futures early.” “Then we make sure they can't reflect anyone.” Seventeen hours remained. The organizers refused to cancel. Anonymous threats, structural warnings, even police pressure—all bent beneath the weight of the broadcast contracts. Lu used his production clearance to rewrite the flight plan.