Who Is Rina Really Protecting at Her Dungeon Restaurant?

Rina was wiping blood from a cutting board when the first red gate opened under a home full of sleeping families. She stepped into the flooded hall with her chef’s knife, a sealed class-change scroll in her shoulder holster, and the calm that used to let three rival groups trust her for one more day. That calm cracked in private, because the people who kept coming for her food also wanted her name, her license, and the dungeon key fragment locked in her apartment safe. Then a second problem appeared. Every deal she ever made had a pattern in it, and the pattern looked too neat to be luck. Someone had been matching her move for move while she fed adventurers, certified monster meat, and kept ...