YOUR DOORDASH IS HERE. AND SO IS YOUR DEBT. On Willow Street, saying "yes" to a free bottle of water is a threshold payment. Your house becomes the contract. Your body becomes the collateral. Mara Reyes didn't sign anything. But her sister did. Now the delivery drivers are here to collect — teeth, organs, blood — one ounce at a time. Jayden has 5.0 stars and a box cutter. Kendra wants to use your bathroom. District Management carries a scale. They aren't monsters. They're employees with quotas. They file paperwork when they kill you. The cops call it a "workplace accident." The city calls it ARB-12. CutCo calls it Clause 17B: Residency constitutes consent. The only way out? Sell the house to the company that's killing you. Because CutCo can't collect from itself. But the new family is already moving in. And there's a knock at the door. READ IT IF YOU LIKE: - Corporate horror & gig economy nightmares - Home invasion meets The Platform - Legal thrillers with splatterpunk gore - Suburban dread & doorbell cam tension - Killers with 5-star ratings YOU ALREADY AGREED TO THE TERMS OF SERVICE. YOU JUST DON'T REMEMBER DOING IT.