Kael looked at his front door. For the first time, he didn't see a glowing "Safe" icon. He saw a heavy steel lock. He grabbed his jacket, the amber glow still pulsing in the corner of his eye, and stepped out into the beautiful, terrifying ruin of the truth. Happy Birthday, indeed.
The notification on Kael’s screen blinked with a neon persistence: Happy Birthday Vitamin A Yukle
The email contained no text—only a single, pulsating amber button that looked like a gel capsule. Against his better judgment, Kael tapped it. Kael looked at his front door