Kael (hushed, jealous): “You sell your maps to her for nothing. But you charge me double for the same route.” Player: “Her silks are worth more than your ink.” Anjali (voice crackling, as if recorded on a broken headset): “He’s not wrong, Kael. But… he’s also not right.”

For those willing to look past the low-budget CGI and uneven pacing, the film offers a brutal, poetic truth: In a mercantile hellscape, the only unrated extreme is letting yourself care. Whether that makes it a love story or a tragedy depends entirely on how much you’re willing to pay.