Delivering takeout lets me turn back time. That makes perfect sense, right? A bad review? I'll rewind an hour, block your door, and make you change it! A complaint? I'll rewind a whole day and put your dirty laundry on the trending page! Just as I think this power is only good for dealing with unreasonable customers, a delivery to a mysterious villa sends time rewinding on its own, all the way to ten years ago. The moment the door opens, I see myself lying in a pool of blood. Then a new message arrives on my phone from the sister I've marked as "deceased": "Big Brother, don't take this delivery. The you of today will die."
