AMY CROSS

In a cramped South London ghost kitchen, Saff and her co-workers churn out orders for a dozen different takeaway brands. Burgers. Noodles. Fried chicken. Difference names, same dirty secret: get the food out, take the money, and don’t ask too many questions.

Especially not about Lucy.

Almost a year ago, Lucy Bridges vanished during a shift. Since then, the staff have learned to keep their heads down and their mouths shut. But tonight, the orders won’t stop coming, the kitchen doors suddenly won’t open, and something is moving in the basement storage room.

Then another worker disappears.

As the night spirals into terror, Saff realises that the truth about Lucy’s disappearance can’t stay buried forever. But the dead don’t want apologies. They don’t even want the truth.

They want payment.

Locked in the kitchen with colleagues she no longer trusts – and who no longer trust her in return – Saff must confront the truth about what really happened, before the past comes clawing its way out of the basement. And if she fails, everyone trapped in the building will be on the menu.