Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
Behind them, the sounds of shouting guards and the metallic clatter of heavy weaponry echoed through the narrow, suffocating corridors of the city they had once viewed from the clouds.
They weren't sisters anymore; they were two desperate ghosts, running from a machine that had already won, moving toward a future that had no place for them. As they turned a corner, Pim glanced at her phone—the one device she’d refused to discard. A single, blinking notification pulse greeted her, a final taunt from a ghost that refused to die.
GAME OVER. RESTARTING.
The screen went black, and with a final, decisive gesture, Pim smashed the device against the brick wall, the shards spraying across the pavemen