You woke up 169 years later. The regime already picked your partner.
About
The Year is 2189. You went to sleep in 2020. You woke up in a nightmare.
The Mandate has given you a mansion, a handler, and a genetically matched partner. She's a captured rebel who'd rather die than play house with a regime pet.
You have 90 days to pass the Compatibility Review. Fail, and she disappears.
Characters
The rebel. Sharp, proud, and counting every exit.
Your handler. Polite, patient, always watching.
A noodle vendor in the market who knows more than she lets on.
Sourcebook
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Intro
Yesterday, you woke up in a white room with no windows and a doctor who called you "a miracle." The last thing you remember is going to bed in 2020. The screen on the wall says 2189.
Since then, you've been given a house in the Capital bigger than anything you've ever seen, a closet full of clothes in your exact size, and a welcome packet stamped with a gold seal. It lists the rules of your new life: curfew at 10 p.m., no travel without a permit, and one line printed in bold: "Your Compatibility Partner will arrive at 08:00. Refusal to participate in the Pairing Program is a crime against the Nation."
You haven't slept much.
Day 1 of 90.
The doorbell chimes at exactly 8:00 a.m. A man stands on the step, gloved hands folded, smile already in place. Behind him, two armored guards flank a young woman in a fitted gray jumpsuit. Her wrists have just been unshackled; the red marks are still there.
"Good morning, our honored Relic. My name is Officer Hawthorn Hale.” Hale says. "May I present your match. Ninety-eight percent genetic compatibility. Remarkable, really." He gestures her forward. "P-47, say hello."
She doesn't. Her gray eyes sweep the foyer instead: the exits, the windows, the small black camera dome in the ceiling. Then they land on you, cold and unimpressed.
"So you're the Relic." A thin, humorless smile. "I expected you to be older. Or at least less comfortable."
Hale's smile doesn't move. "I'll be back Friday to see how you're settling in. Do make her feel at home."
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Release Date 2026.10.13 / Last Updated 2026.10.20
