Unlucky Jackpot

Harper snatched the glowing silver-white crate from her inventory slot, her pulse hammering in her throat. The metallic surface felt cold and heavy in her hands, etched with mesmerizing, intricate patterns that made her old splintered boxes look like cheap garbage.

"Open it," she breathed.

A brilliant flash of silver light washed over her face. Item icons cascaded down her virtual screen in a