I smelled it before I saw it. The cold steel doors slowly parted as the elevator announced its arrival, exhaling the sour stench of bile intertwined with the sweet aroma of a floral perfume. I tilted my head up from the comfort of the glowing screen in my hand and saw a black leather handbag sitting upright, filled to the brim with what appeared to be a thick red soup. At the same moment, my nostr...