Peach Cooldown

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. 
The specter of unemployment looms large...
The count of missing individuals steadily climbs...
A relentless tide of fugitives...
As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet.
And I, unfortunately, have become one. 
(Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

Enforcer Manual

Grey Farmar stood still by his desk for a long time. After confirming that the other party wouldn't reply to him again, he finally took action.


He believed that Medea must have found Fengling in some secretive way. This Ghost, who should have died "outside," had come for revenge. And the only clue they had now all pointed to one thing.


It wasn't the syndrome itself that was important, but who had contracted the illness.


As long as the company figured this out before Medea did, they would be able to regain the initiative.


"They've really started investigating."


Bai Zhu exclaimed in amazement at everything that had happened today, surpassed her comprehension. With just two cryptic messages, without even mentioning anything about Fengling or Polick Spiritual Energy Syndrome, Medea had managed to set Grey on the path they had envisioned for their investigation.


The routines of the big corporations were indeed plentiful.


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