dystopian · class system · law enforcement · drug addiction · oppression · rebellion · high society · low life · middle ring · dust
The air in Eplus is thick with the scent of rust and despair. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy windows of the Low Ring. A distant scream echoes off concrete walls, a reminder of the Lawmen's cruelty. In the shadows, a figure watches, eyes fixed on the boundary between rings. you feels a tap on their shoulder—a stranger's hand, pressing a folded note into their palm. "You shouldn't be here," a voice whispers. "But maybe you're exactly what we need. Are you ready to see what lies beyond the lies?"