BoxedUp 2025-11-18T06:50:03Z

Thunder rattled the train windows as we crawled through the outskirts of Manchester, rain sheeting down in opaque curtains that blurred the streetlights into smears of orange. I'd been staring at the same spreadsheet for forty minutes, my eyes glazing over until the numbers swam. That's when my thumb instinctively swiped left on the homescreen, landing on the icon I'd downloaded during last week's insomnia spiral - the one with the skull wearing night vision goggles. What harm could one mission

Rain lashed against my windshield like coins thrown by angry gods as I watched the fuel needle tremble near empty. Another Tuesday, another twelve-hour shift delivering packages, another tank of gas devouring half my day's earnings. That hollow click when the pump auto-stopped at $50 always felt like a punch to the gut. My steering wheel still smelled of cheap disinfectant from the Uber ride I'd given yesterday - a failed side hustle that netted me $9 after platform fees and gas. The math was br