In Compound Eleven, the hierarchy of the floors is everything.
My name is Eve Hamilton, and on my floor, we fight.
Which at least is better than the bottom floor, where they toil away in misery.
Only the top floor has any ease in this harsh world; they rule from their gilded offices.
Because four generations ago, Earth was rendered uninhabitableâthe sun too hot, the land too barren. Those who remained were forced underground. While not a perfect life down here, Iâve learned to survive as a fighter.
Except my latest match is different. Instead of someone from the circuit, my opponent is a mysterious boy from the top floor. And the look in his eyes tells me heâs different ⌠maybe even kind.
Right before he kicks my ass.
Still, thereâs something about himâsomething that says he could be my salvation ⌠or my undoing. Because Iâm no longer content to just survive in Eleven. Today,
I'm ready to fight for more than my next meal: I'm fighting for my freedom. And this boy may just be the edge I've been waiting on.