'Netflix escapes'

Life in Hellhole City – acronym for airport, HHC − moves very fast: if you don't keep up, you're lost.
Buildings are sustainable and corruption is widespread.
Hellhole City is a deranged and dirty megacity, very dirty −with billions of noxious particles floating in suspension− where the motto is 'run or die' and where more Japanese terms are used than Anglicisms.
The social gap is an abyss: the very rich live in housing developments with more restricted access than Area 51.
In a world that is dying of thirst, they can afford to water gardens like soccer fields.
Life in Hellhole City is certainly no Capra movie.
In HHC nothing is what it seems: everything is simulation. That is why, in this first installment of the trilogy, vice, artificiality and deceit reign. It is a story of betrayal and lies, but also a dizzying adventure that will leave you breathless.
Netflix, the protagonist, will be caught up in a plot against him, he will parkour on the rooftops, experience the heartbreak of disloyalty, meet the tough and enigmatic Toxina and, above all, get high like there's no tomorrow.
Maybe, after all, there isn't.