Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
Chalida said, jumping into the abyss.
Pim didn't hesitate. She followed her sister into the dark.
As they fell, the world seemed to slow down. She saw the blueprints of their lives—the mansion, the money, the power—flashing before her eyes, not as triumphs, but as pieces of a cage. And then, there was only the light of the machine, cold and indifferent, waiting to consume them.
They hit the maintenance platform with a bone-jarring thud. Pim gasped, her breath knocked out of her. She looked up. Standing in front of the primary core, staring at them with a mixture of confusion and shock, was a figure she never expected to see again.