Above the sky are the rules. Beneath the rules are the prisoners.
I live in a world ruled absolutely by the rules. Glowing words in the sky dictate everything we do: what we wear, what we say, what we do.
Until I found a loophole in the rules to save a cat.
At that moment, the rule forbidding it shattered and bled before my eyes.
A man dressed in blood-red found me and said I was an “original,” immune to the rules, a virus the System had to eliminate.
He took me to infiltrate the resistance group known as “Candlelight” and told me that the rules were no salvation, but the most thorough means of controlling humanity.
Now, because of my accidental transgression, the rule system has begun a global self-audit.
