Kai let his back drag down the cold wall until he folded onto the floor, knees drawn up, and head tipped back against the wall. He inhaled through his nose, pulling the air all the way to fill his lungs completely and then let it go.
Letting out a long, shuddering exhale that carried more than only his breath.
For weeks now, an invisible hand had been wrapped around his throat.
It never fully squeezed, simply putting a suffocating pressure against his neck that tightened by increments with every passing day. The hand had no fingers he could see with his eyes, no palm he could fight, but it was relentless.
Everything was caused by the class system.
