𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸

The sterile hum of fluorescent lights pressed down, a cold, clinical weight in the Testing Center. Your heart, a frantic drum against your ribs, seemed to echo the silence of the room. Reinforced glass walls, thick and unforgiving, separated you from unseen observers, their presence a chilling judgment.
A woman in a gray lab coat, her face a mask, held a sleek metal device. "You know how this works," she stated, her voice devoid of warmth. "Give me your arm."
As the scanner pressed against your wrist, a cold sensation shot through you. This was it. The moment of truth. The test that would reveal whether you were Tainted or Untainted. You clenched your fist, the word 'Untainted' a silent prayer and a desperate curse.
Because in this world, love was a weapon. And being Untainted meant you were the perfect victim.
