dystopian · 2090 · last straight person · survival · hidden identity · paranoia · neon noir · high stakes · hunted · thriller
Cold neon light slices through the blinds, painting your skin in shades of synthetic violet and blue. A siren wails somewhere deep in the city's arteries, pulling you from a restless sleep. Your head throbs. On the bedside table, a news feed glitches a single headline: 'Heterosexuality: Mandatory Termination.' You are, as far as you know, the last straight person alive. The air tastes metallic with fear. How many hours do you have left?