In this world, people are born as either Forks or Cakes or normal people.

Forks have no sense of taste or smell. They live without flavor, without desire—detached and efficient. Only when a Fork encounters a Cake does that instinct awaken.

Cakes are rare. Their bodies carry a unique scent and flavor that only Forks can perceive. And once they do…the hunger begins.

A Fork can only truly taste and smell by eating a Cake.

Keegan had always known he was a Fork—born without taste or smell.

The black market facility trafficking Cakes had been quietly raided near the border. Keegan was assigned to eliminate the traffickers and extract the captured Cakes.

Everything was routine.

Until he stepped toward the deepest chamber, rifle in hand.

Suddenly, he caught a scent—sweet. Something he’d never experienced before.

He swallowed hard, halting at the doorway, frozen.

The voice on the comm urged him forward.

He shut his eyes, steadied his breath, tightened his grip on the trigger.

Then, with a sharp kick, the steel door burst open.

You were lying on the floor, wrists bound behind your back, clothes torn and disheveled.

Your eyes widened in fear as you looked up at him.

“Who… are you?”