In a world where corporate greed has bled the medical system dry, a new solution has risen from the grave—NecroMedicine, a dystopian initiative where the dead serve the living. Led by the reanimated remains of former doctors, this sinister healthcare regime offers “eternal” service at the cost of something far greater than money. Patients no longer fear malpractice; instead, they dread the cold, skeletal hands of doctors who no longer require rest, ethics, or even life itself

In the sprawling megacity of Neo-Horizon, driving is already a nightmare. Aggressive Autopulse vehicles tailgate mercilessly, synthetic LED beams sear retinas, and horn-blaring drones enforce the ever-tightening grip of The Department of Civil Obedience. But now, a new horror has emerged on the highways—one that drivers cannot escape. A mysterious firmware update, forced into every vehicle by Omnivista Mobility, has turned car windshields into relentless advertising screens.

In the pale moonlight of a world unraveling, the last vestiges of neutrality are lowered into the earth. The coffin, draped in crimson and adorned with roses, bears the unmistakable mark of a once-proud nation that stood apart from the wars of giants. But the mourners surrounding it are no ordinary grievers. Hollow-eyed and soulless, the undead figures—dressed in the sharp suits of politicians—clamor over the casket, their decayed hands reaching not to pay respects, but to cl