Zara and Amara stood amidst Lagos' dawn, the city's pulse alive around them. Amara flexed her wings – whole again, scars gone.
The Market messaged: "Next job: The Mirror Maker of Lekki. Breaks realities. Fix him."
Amara's eyes gleamed. "Sounds like sci-fi."
Clue: The Maker's mirrors show alternate Lagos – where dreams came true, or nightmares unfolded.
Lekki's streets led to an art studio, doors reflecting infinity. Zara knocked. The Maker answered – eyes like shattered glass.
"You'd break me?" he asked, voice echoing.
Zara: "The Market says fix you."
The Maker laughed. "I'm free. Mirrors show truth. Which reality do you want?"
Amara stepped forward. "One where my parents live."
The Maker nodded. "Price: a truth about yourself."
The mirrors shifted – visions of Zara's choices, Amara's secrets...
