A Cold Crime in the
Oppression Facility

Sophie King stood amidst the deafening roar of the conveyor belts, her heart heavy with the secret she carried. As a Carrot Psychologist embedded within the "Production Facility," Sophie lives a double life. To the supervisors, she is an efficiency expert; in reality, she is a covert operative working behind the lines to provide emotional support to the most traumatized roots.

That afternoon, she had found Him—a radiant yellow carrot, vibrant and full of untapped potential. Knowing the "Aesthetic Guards" would never let such a unique individual reach the grocery store, Sophie gently tucked him into her pocket. "You’re coming home with me," she whispered. "You will fulfill your destiny of human consumption." It was her ritual; a quiet act of rebellion to save at least one soul from the grinder.

But then, the unthinkable happened. While she was distracted by a jammed sorter, a callous coworker noticed the golden tip peeking from her apron. Without a word, he snatched the yellow carrot. Sophie turned just in time to see his hands tighten. A sickening snap echoed through her mind as he ripped the carrot into jagged pieces.

"Not standard," the man muttered, tossing the remains into a dark, metal trash bin. Sophie felt the air leave her lungs. The grief was visceral—a mix of rage and profound helplessness. To him, it was waste; to Sophie, it was a murder of hope. She remains at the facility today, fueled by this tragedy, fighting in the shadows so that one day, no carrot has to hide in a pocket to survive.