Her heart didn't just skip a beat-it was counting down. Several missions. One fragile life. How far would Elleri go to survive? Each choice narrowed the path ahead, every success shaving time she couldn't replace. Allies became variables, enemies became mirrors, and hope felt heavier than fear. The clock wasn't on the wall-it was inside her, ticking with every breath, daring her to keep moving. If survival demanded everything she was, what would be left when time finally asked for its price?