A desperate girl. A king with a deadline. A room full of straw and the kind of panic that makes you sign anything. When a small stranger offers a miracle, the price isn’t gold, blood, or a firstborn the way the old story says. It’s worse. It’s the first claim. The handle on your soul. The thing people use to move you without asking: your name.

In this twisted bedtime version of the classic bargain tale, you’ll follow a queen racing against an invisible ledger, where words become contracts and identity gets collected like debt.