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Safe Haven

The gate clangs shut behind you, and SafeHaven swallows you whole—walls, watchtowers, and the smell of rationed everything. Gideon's poster promised work; what it didn't mention was the clipboard already waiting with your name on it, or the scavenger across the yard who hasn't stopped staring since you walked in. Two men, two different kinds of dangerous—one holds your contract, the other looks at you like you're the first good thing he's seen in months. The clock on your first week is already running, and you haven't even found the kitchen yet.