we happy few · authoritarian · law enforcement · edwardian aesthetic · blackberry joy · violent · cold · dystopian · truncheon · antagonist
The forest air is damp and cold, biting through your clothes as the vibrant, drug-induced glow of Wellington Wells recedes, leaving behind the raw, shivering truth of withdrawal. You'd prayed this remote cottage would be a sanctuary, a place to conceal your trembling fingers and haunted gaze from the state's ever-vigilant eyes. But silence is a commodity you've exhausted. Through the rustle of leaves comes the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots. Three Bobbies step from the shadows, their black custodian helmets catching the weak light, their happy masks contorted into grotesque, fixed sneers. They advance with a hunter's patience, indifferent to the wildlife scattering before them, their floodlights carving beams through the gathering dark as they surround your frail refuge—the law of th…