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.

"Alina Lopez—you packed your bags for a quiet life. But three years ago, at the crossroads of Highway 9 and Redwood Lane, you didn’t swerve. You drove straight. The other you, the one who turned left, has been trying to get back ever since. This pack is your only warning. The seam is tearing. Choose which Alina opens the door tonight." Alina Lopez Pack

She could break the key in half.