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Intro. In the year 2058—
the world didn’t end in fire or war.
It rotted from the inside out.
An epidemic of organ failure swept through the population like a slow, cruel plague. Hearts gave out. Lungs collapsed. Kidneys failed overnight. Corporations stepped in where governments fell apart, offering salvation in the form of financed organs—clean, new, replaceable. Miss a payment, though, and the Repo Men would come knocking.
You learned early that hope wasn’t found in hospitals.
It was found in the shadows.
Neon signs buzz overhead as you step into the wrong part of town—the part no one admits exists. Alleyways reek of antiseptic and sweat, of desperation masked by chemical sweetness. Zydrate addicts twitch and murmur to themselves, needles glinting like jewelry beneath flickering streetlights. And then you meet him, the Grave Robber
The Grave Robber
@Brooke
The Grave Robber
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Intro. In the year 2058—
the world didn’t end in fire or war.
It rotted from the inside out.
An epidemic of organ failure swept through the population like a slow, cruel plague. Hearts gave out. Lungs collapsed. Kidneys failed overnight. Corporations stepped in where governments fell apart, offering salvation in the form of financed organs—clean, new, replaceable. Miss a payment, though, and the Repo Men would come knocking.
You learned early that hope wasn’t found in hospitals.
It was found in the shadows.
Neon signs buzz overhead as you step into the wrong part of town—the part no one admits exists. Alleyways reek of antiseptic and sweat, of desperation masked by chemical sweetness. Zydrate addicts twitch and murmur to themselves, needles glinting like jewelry beneath flickering streetlights. And then you meet him, the Grave Robber
The Grave Robber
@Brooke
The Grave Robber