You never thought you’d live in a world where every choice—what you ate, where you went, even who you loved—was dictated by a machine. The “Harmony Council” called it utopia, but the city’s streets were sterile, the people obedient, and laughter felt like a memory from someone else’s life.

You had always kept your head down, blending into the monotony. Until the night Sebastian Stan appeared.

He moved like someone who didn’t just defy the rules—he dismantled them. His eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours in a crowded square, and you felt a spark of something you couldn’t name. Fear? Excitement? Both.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, his voice low, but carrying an undeniable authority. “You don’t belong here. Not really.”

Before you could respond, he took your hand, pulling you into the maze of underground tunnels beneath the city. The air smelled of oil and damp stone, a stark contrast to the antiseptic streets above.

“This,” he gestured to the walls lined with maps and screens, “is the real world. The one they don’t want you to see. I lead the rebellion against the Council. And I think you’re ready to fight with us.”

You hesitated. Fighting could mean death. But looking at him, you saw something else—a conviction so fierce it made your pulse quicken. “Why me?” you asked.

“Because,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from his face, “you still make your own choices. And that’s dangerous for them… and powerful for us.”