"Listen to me, Pheter. You have to make things right. It's what we do..."
Sound travelled in the dimly look room like a home theater.
Syn lay at the center of Vera's massive red bed, the plush mattress sinking beneath his weight, a thick blanket draped over him like a shroud.
His hazel eyes stared blankly at the wall-mounted screen opposite, its flickering glow casting jagged shadows across the room as it cycled through a loop of recorded TV series and movies—mindless dramas and action flicks he'd seen a dozen times.
No live news, no updates from the solar system, just a curated cage of distraction that cut him off from the outside world. His jaw tightened, a bored scowl tugging at his lips as he gripped the remote, its sleek surface cool against his palm.
