2026-01-25 17:55:28The smell was the first thing. It smelled like old water and rust. Then came the pain.
Joseph opened his eyes. The light was purple and hurt his head. It was a neon light, buzzing like an angry fly on the ceiling. He tried to move his hands, but he could not. His wrists were tied tight to a metal chair with thick plastic zip-ties. The plastic bit into his skin.
He was in a basement. The walls were made of wet concrete. Water dripped from a pipe in the corner. Drip. Drip. Drip. It was the only sound in the room until the door opened.
A man walked in. He was huge. He wore a gray suit that looked too expensive for this dirty room. His name was Kael. Joseph knew him. Everyone in the lower city knew Kael. He was a Debt Collector. He collected money, and if you did not have money, he collected pain.
Kael dragged a metal stool across the floor. The sound was sharp and ugly. He sat down right in front of Joseph. Kael smiled, but his eyes were cold. One of his eyes was real, brown and dull. The other eye was a machine. It glowed red.
"Wake up, little mathematician," Kael said. His voice was deep, like stones grinding together.
Joseph tasted blood in his mouth. He spat on the floor. "I have nothing for you, Kael."
"You have codes," Kael said. He leaned forward. "Your father was a clever man. He hid credits before he died. Millions of credits. You have the access key in your head."
"I don't know what you are talking about," Joseph lied. He knew exactly what Kael meant. But those credits were the only thing keeping him alive. If he gave them up, he was dead.
Kael sighed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. It looked like a gun, but it had a glass lens on the front. It was a Biometric Scanner.
In the city of Sanctum, luck was not just a feeling. It was a number. It was a stat. People were born with a Luck Value. High luck meant you won lotteries and dodged bullets. Low luck meant you tripped on sidewalks and lost your keys.
"Let's see what we are working with," Kael said.
He held the scanner to Joseph’s left eye. The machine hummed. A red laser scanned Joseph’s iris.
Beep.
Kael looked at the small screen on the back of the scanner. He frowned. He hit the machine with his palm and scanned Joseph again.
Beep.
Kael stared at the screen for a long time. Then, he started to laugh. It was a dry, wheezing laugh. He turned the screen so Joseph could see it.
The screen did not show a number. It did not show "10" or "5" or even "1".
It flashed one word in bright red letters: NULL.
"Null," Kael whispered. "Empty. Zero. void. I have never seen this. Even the rats in the sewer have a luck value of at least three. But you? You have nothing. The universe does not care about you at all."
Joseph stared at the word. He always knew he was unlucky. But Null? That meant he was a statistical ghost. An error in the system.
"This is good," Kael said, putting the scanner away. "This is very good. If you have no luck, then no miracle will save you today. No lucky power outage. No sudden heart attack for me. It is just you, me, and the math."
Kael reached out and grabbed Joseph’s left hand. His grip was like iron. "The codes, Joseph. Numbers for numbers."
"I... I can't," Joseph stammered.
Kael grabbed Joseph's index finger. He did not hesitate. He bent it back.
Snap.
Joseph screamed. The sound tore out of his throat and echoed off the wet walls. White light exploded behind his eyes. The pain was hot and sharp, shooting up his arm like fire.
"That was the first one," Kael said calmly. He looked at his watch. "You have nine left. Then I start on the toes. Then the ears."
Joseph gasped for air. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with the grime. He had to think. He could not fight Kael. Kael was too strong. Joseph was thin, weak from days of not eating. But Joseph had his mind. He saw the world differently. He saw angles, variables, and probabilities.
He looked around the room through his tears. He saw the water pipe. He saw the flickering light. He felt the floor shaking slightly.
Rumble.
A train. The sub-rail train passed directly overhead every seven minutes. He could feel the vibration in his teeth.
"Please," Joseph gasped. "Wait."
"Ready to talk?" Kael asked. He reached for the middle finger.
"No," Joseph said. "Just... listen."
Joseph closed his eyes for a second, pushing the pain of his broken finger to the back of his mind. He focused on the rhythm of the city above them.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
"The train," Joseph whispered.
"What?" Kael asked. He paused, his hand hovering over Joseph’s hand.
"This building," Joseph said, speaking fast. "It is old. Pre-war concrete. I saw the cracks in the foundation when you dragged me in."
Kael laughed. "So?"
"The sub-rail train is a Class-4 Heavy Hauler," Joseph continued. His brain was working fast, calculating numbers, seeking a way out. "It passes every seven minutes. The vibration frequency is exactly 40 hertz."
"You are boring me," Kael said. He squeezed Joseph’s hand again.
"Wait!" Joseph shouted. "The resonance! The water pipe in the corner is leaking. That means the soil behind this wall is saturated. Wet soil amplifies vibration by a factor of three."
Joseph looked at the ceiling. A small crack ran through the concrete above Kael’s head.
"The next train is coming in twenty seconds," Joseph said. His voice was shaking, but his words were precise. "I can feel the approach. Do you feel it? The floor is buzzing."
Kael went still. He looked down at his feet. The water in the puddle was rippling. Rings of water moved faster and faster.
"So what?" Kael asked, but he looked nervous.
"Structural failure," Joseph said. "The vibration from the train will hit the resonant frequency of this room. That crack above you? It is the weak point. When the train passes, the ceiling will collapse. Specifically, a two-ton slab of concrete is going to fall right where you are sitting. There is a 98.4% probability."
Joseph stared at Kael. "If you don't move, you will be crushed flat."
Kael looked up at the ceiling. The crack looked deep. Dust started to fall from it, drifting down like snow in the purple light.
RUUUUUMBLE.
The sound grew louder. The train was close now. The whole room began to shake violently. The metal chair rattled against the floor. The light bulb swung back and forth, casting wild shadows.
"Ten seconds!" Joseph yelled over the noise. "Move, Kael! It’s simple math! You can't beat physics!"
The noise became a roar. The dust fell faster, coating Kael’s expensive suit. The Debt Collector stood up. He looked at the ceiling, then at Joseph. Doubt flickered in his human eye.
Joseph held his breath. If Kael moved back, Joseph could kick the stool. He could trip him. He could run. It was a desperate plan, but it was all he had.
"Five seconds!" Joseph screamed. "Three! Two!"
The train roared directly overhead. The sound was deafening. The walls groaned. The floor jumped.
Kael took a step back. He flinched, covering his head with his arms.
Joseph tensed his legs, ready to kick.
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