Elias stepped into the rainy alleyway. At the far end stood a Dealer, his eyes glowing with the tell-tale violet hue of an Echo user. He held a small, silver chip—a "Level 10" hit. It was pure, unadulterated nostalgia. One dose could make Elias feel his wedding day for a thousand years in a single second.
Elias took a step toward the Dealer. His lungs felt tight. He remembered the warmth of his wife’s hand, the smell of jasmine in her hair. The real world was gray, cold, and lonely. Why stay here? 10 : Kill the Temptation
His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown sender: Elias stepped into the rainy alleyway
The temptation was a physical weight, pulling his arm toward the silver chip. His brain chemistry was firing in all the wrong directions, demanding the dopamine hit. "Kill it," he hissed to himself. "Kill the ghost." It was pure, unadulterated nostalgia