Perfect Era

The city is perfect. No pain, no accidents, no death. There are only rules that must be followed. Smiling is survival, forgetting is duty, and disappearing is normal. I am the only one who still remembers the "disappeared one". I have seen the red shoes in the corridor, the faceless doctor in the hospital, and the never-reaching destination in the subway. I have also seen humans bite, betray, and sacrifice each other in order to survive. It turns out that the scariest thing is never the deceit, but the human heart.