They don't just sell cigarettes. They sell the chemistry of a kiss.
In a world where your worth is measured by the metal on your chest, Matheus Reis is tired of being Silver. He wants Gold.
Welcome to Tobacco City, a corporate super-structure where the air is filtered, the walls are soundproofed, and morality is an inefficiency to be corrected.
Matheus is a Sentiment Analyst. He doesn't see people; he sees data points, dopamine spikes, and discardable assets. His latest masterpiece? XCITE. It's not just a cigarette-it's a delivery system for intimacy, engineered to mimic the biochemical rush of post-coital love. It is the perfect product: a lonely population addicted to a synthetic embrace.
But to ascend to the executive floor, perfection isn't enough. You need leverage.
As Matheus pushes his next innovation-K⁺, a project to gentrify ketamine for the mass market-he enters a shark tank of corporate espionage, high-stakes negotiation, and sanctioned violence. Here, "decompression" is a bare-knuckle boxing match, and a "termination" is literal.
Surrounded by colleagues who would sell their own breath for a promotion, Matheus must strip away the last remnants of his humanity to survive. But in a building designed to optimize every variable, he is about to learn the ultimate corporate truth:
When you make yourself perfectly efficient, you also make yourself replaceable.
Perfect for fans of Severance, American Psycho, and Black Mirror. Tobacco City is a razor-sharp, clinical dystopian thriller about the cost of climbing the ladder when the ladder is made of knives.