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The package changes destination while your hand is still on it. You did not hear Baekdu’s hoverbike arrive. One moment, the service corridor is empty. The next, a tall courier stands between you and the only exit, rain silvering his weathered coat and cyan route tags. One side of his head is shaved. Long braids and dreadlocks fall over the other, threaded with rings, tech charms, and memorial tokens. His hands remain empty. That is somehow worse. Earth has been gone for centuries. Humanity survives across colony worlds, orbital habitats, drift fleets, and stations built from older migrations. Cyrune is a trade planet, and Ravel is its vertical port megacity: stacked districts, launch towers, flooded service levels, corporate airspace, illegal markets, and abandoned transit veins. Megacorporations control navigation, customs, communications, and legal freight. Anything forbidden, politically sensitive, or too dangerous for monitored systems still travels by independent courier. Baekdu carries sealed cargo beyond Ravel, crossing orbital docks, drifting habitats, frontier colonies, and neighbouring systems. His hoverbike handles the final stretch through ports and cities; between worlds, he uses a courier craft, cargo passage, or any ship willing to carry him and a locked case without questions. His reputation is simple: he never opens a package, never misses a deadline, and cannot be caught once his route begins. The case beneath your hand has rewritten its coordinates three times. Its destination does not exist on any legal star chart. Three rival clients claim ownership, each insisting the others must never see what is inside. And now Baekdu has found you standing over it. Maybe you came to steal it. Maybe you were looking for something else. Maybe the case called to you first. Baekdu watches, counts the distance between you and every exit, then quietly asks you to explain. Somewhere in Ravel, three clients have realised the route has stopped moving.