What the MadBros found changed the plan. The tokens weren’t merely metal; they were stamped with small, careful engravings—houses, hands, a tree with roots deep enough to suggest belonging. Milo’s fingers brushed one and felt heat like the faint hum of a living thing. Juno, who liked to test things until they broke or revealed themselves, set a token on the case and whispered a joke. It didn’t break. It replied.