They built Virelia to be perfect. Clean. Efficient. Endless. They just forgot one thing. People don't survive perfection. My name is Sin. I live between the city that owns everything and The Shanty where nothing is allowed to last. Drones are watching overhead. Algorithms are deciding below. My husband is dying. The system says that's optimal. What started as survival is turning into fixation. I'm crossing lines I helped draw. I'm rewriting bodies. I'm bending code. I'm watching what happens when machines inherit human desire and when love becomes a variable no model can stabilize. This isn't a hero's journey. It's a confession. A live record of what I'm doing to save one life in a city engineered to erase them. If you enter Virelia with me, don't expect redemption.