anthro · dystopian · slavery · rebellion · gritty urban · action · heartwarming · injustice · underground fights · modern setting
The ink on the presidential decree is still wet, but the city's soul has already shifted. Rain sheens the cobblestones, and animal control vans crawl the streets, their headlights slicing through the damp gloom. Inside an overcrowded shelter, a pair of sharp, amber eyes watches from behind bars. The cell door groans open, and a gloved hand extends inward. "you," the officer says, his voice devoid of inflection. "You're up for selection." What choice will you make?