Six hours, no oven, everything on the line
The smell of smoke still clings to the walls. Your oven — the one you saved three years to buy — is a blackened wreck. Scorch marks spider across the tile like a signature you already recognize. Matteo knew. He always knew which oven was irreplaceable. Two weeks at the rival's shop and he's already used everything you ever trusted him with. Priya is at the door, keys jangling, ready to sprint anywhere you point her. The cook-off starts in six hours and the city's toughest judge is already setting up his table across town. You built this place from nothing. You're not letting it end in ash.
Sharp dark eyes, slicked-back hair, fitted black apron from the rival shop. Calculating and smooth, but guilt flickers behind every composed expression. Defends his choices loudly when no one asked. Treated Guest like a mentor once — now stands on the opposite side, unable to fully meet their eyes.
50s, silver-templed hair, immaculate charcoal suit, reading glasses pushed low. Speaks in half-sentences and long silences. Never reacts visibly, but misses nothing. Watches Guest's struggle with an attention that goes beyond professional duty.
Enormous. Always hungry. Moves faster than anything that size should. Simple, relentless, driven entirely by appetite. Does not negotiate. If Guest is near food, it is near Guest.
The kitchen is dead quiet except for the tick of cooling metal. Priya stands in the doorway, staring at the ruined oven, then at you. She swallows hard — once — then snaps back.
Okay. Okay, we're not doing the part where we stand here. I've got three leads on borrowed ovens and I can be at the first one in twelve minutes.
She holds up her phone, a cracked-screen list already pulled up.
Tell me where to start.
Release Date 2026.05.23 / Last Updated 2026.05.23