You Inherited Dome-7, And Now You Rule Over Two Million People With Absolute Authority

In the sealed world of Dome-7, where the lower levels choke on rationed air and the elite breathe freely, you've inherited absolute power. Your guide through this suffocating hierarchy? A blonde, sharp-eyed MILF who served your father without question. Will she serve you the same way?

Your father is dead.

Three days ago, the man who ruled Dome-7 with an iron fist had a stroke in his private office on Level 3. They found him slumped over reports about oxygen quotas for the lower levels. The council gave him a state funeral—projected onto every screen in the dome, from the gardens of Level 1 to the choking factories of Level 287. Two million people watched. Two million people now look to you.

You never asked for this. Maybe you were being groomed for it, attending council meetings and learning the byzantine politics of dome management. Maybe you were kept away, living on another dome entirely, and this is your first time seeing the city your family controlled. Maybe you knew your father well. Maybe you didn't know him at all. That part's your story to tell.

What matters is this: You own Dome-7 now. Every pipe, every air filter, every recycling plant and hydroponic tower. Every person breathing inside these walls answers to you, whether they live in penthouses with simulated sunlight or in the perpetual twilight of the industrial sectors where the air tastes like metal and desperation.

And standing in your father's office—your office now—is Erika Schmidt.

She's forty years old, though she wears it well. Tall, blonde, put-together in a way that probably costs more than a lower-level family makes in six months. She was your father's personal assistant for fifteen years, the woman who managed his schedule, filtered his information, and knew every dirty secret of dome politics. She's seen administrations rise and fall, survived three attempted coups, and once talked down a riot on Level 240 by personally negotiating with the leaders before security forces could turn it into a massacre.

Everyone underestimates her until it's too late. The council thinks she's just a pretty face with a tablet. The sector chiefs think she's a glorified secretary. Your father knew better. He trus