The walk back to the cannery was long and felt very dark. The word "Efficient" from Ramos kept glowing in Ace's mind. It was a cold mark of approval for a lie he had told, a lie that had saved a man's life but had cost Ace a piece of his own soul. The city around him felt different now. He wasn't just someone passing through it anymore; he was becoming a part of its hidden machinery, a small cog in Ramos's operation. He was now an auditor, a fixer. The title felt heavy and wrong on his shoulders.