Alina Lopez Pack -

It wasn’t a compass in the traditional sense. The needle was a sliver of obsidian, and instead of North, the cardinal points read: Want , Fear , Memory , Forgotten . The needle spun lazily, then snapped to Forgotten and stayed there, trembling.

She could turn it left, as the note implied. Or she could do what the other Alina never expected. Alina Lopez Pack

Alina Lopez, a mid-level archivist at the Meridian Museum of Antiquities, stared at the cardboard box on her doorstep. She hadn't ordered anything. Her name—her full, rarely used name—was printed with an old typewriter. The "Pack," as she’d later call it, was deceptively heavy. It wasn’t a compass in the traditional sense