COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
Inside, a single green bottle glowed.
"The star-baby left us a present," she said, smile sharp as glass. "A new drug. We call it ‘Heaven.’ One drop, and you live in the White Room forever—no pain, no hunger, no death. And the best part? People are lining up to buy."
A chill ran through Maya. She glanced at the city: silent houses, a world running on fumes.
"You’re going to turn the whole world into a dream," Maya said, horror in her voice.