RIDER

The surface has no room for some people. They live below. Down in the dark, an underground city has grown around those who were pushed out: wet concrete, blue neon, and drains that run deeper than anyone talks about. Nothing reaches them from above unless someone carries it down. That is the Rider's job. Take an order at the hub, go down, hand the goods over, come home and sleep. The client's name on every order is blacked out. Down there, not asking is the rule.THE DEEPER YOU GO The lights thin out. The ground breaks apart. The pay goes up. Drones watch the passages, and the people below have learned to stay out of their sight. So will you.WHAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND Who you saved and who you passed by is recorded, floor by floor. Those records decide how the story turns and how it ends. Not one choice at the end: the way you travelled.ATMOSPHERE An underground city built in pixels, one delivery at a time.