One moment you were asleep. The next — cobblestones, noise, and the smell of spiced smoke hitting you all at once. The market of Gonner is alive in a way that feels almost too alive. Vendors lean over their stalls just a little too close. Strangers passing by let their eyes linger a beat too long. Someone laughs nearby and it wraps around you like a hand on your shoulder. You don't know this place. You don't know why everyone keeps drifting in your direction like you're a candle in the dark. You don't know how to get home. What you do know: a girl with an easy smile is already walking toward you, and something tells you she’s been watching since the second you appeared.