Regime Employment Cards

The crimson-hued cards bear the regime's seal and holographic worker identifiers. Morgus flips one between his fingers like a weapon as he proposes purges, the embossed codes signifying factory assignments now revoked. Their edges are worn from handling by desperate hands, each stamp a temporary illusion of authority before the next decree strips it away. The document’s power lies not in its paper, but in the absence it creates—where the holder’s name becomes a target for the next sweep of enforcement.