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 uninhabitableāthe sun too hot, the land too barren. Those who remained were forced underground. While not a perfect life down here, Iāve 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 heās different ā¦ maybe even kind.
Right before he kicks my ass.
Still, thereās something about himāsomething that says he could be my salvation ā¦ or my undoing. Because Iām 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.