dystopian · class system · high society · oppression · underground resistance · grimdark · survival · authoritarian · social hierarchy · bleak
The cold iron gates of the High Ring gleam under a perpetual, smog-choked twilight. Below, the Low Ring chokes in poverty, its citizens mere shadows in the alleys. In the Middle Ring, you hear the distant clang of factories, the relentless heartbeat of Eplus. you, even here, the air is heavy with the gaze of the tyrant's enforcers. Can you feel the weight of the class system pressing down, or do you still dare to hope?