Chapter 2: Reburn: Dominance Evolution System
Nash was falling.
Not physically. Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually.
It was like the floor under his soul cracked and gave way, and now he was just tumbling deeper into himself, watching everything he’d ever done spiral in slow motion.
He saw it all. Every moment.
The nights he’d worked himself to the bone, guard shifts in the red-light zones, stepping over used needles and half-naked bodies while carrying a baton he could barely swing.
Sewer runs for trash credits. Breathing in rot so Zayela could eat. So Saya could live better.
He remembered the time he bought her something special. Saved for months. Slept on the floor.
Ate nutrient slop so he could afford it. A sleek black box. Top-shelf stuff from a black-market seller, an erotic stim-bracelet.
Meant to link with nerve endings, enhancing every sensation in whoever wore it.
She moaned when she opened it. Kissed him on the cheek. Said she’d save it for a "special night."
He never saw it again.
Now he knew where it went.