We're stuck here. Have been for three long years. Strictland would have seemed like a joke back then. But when we discovered inter-dimensional travel, it wasn't funny anymore. We got stuck here. In a colorless, emotionless world. Everything is controlled. People are told what to feel, expected to obey.

We had gotten a lead a year in. Strictland has a second Chromer. A second way to get home. And we need it. Might as well overthrow the corrupt government while we're at it, right? Well it's not that easy. They're strong. They have armies. Weapons. Men. But we have self-expression. We have the weapon of music.

Hongjoong. The captain of this group of rebels. He's still stitching that flag... the one he'll fly as we attack. Our symbol. Seonghwa. He's still working on the cameras in the surrounding area. Yunho amd Mingi are messing with the engines of the airships we've stolen. San and Wooyoung are sparring again, training their bodies. Yeosang is sleeping while he can. Jongho is once again trying to break into the comms system.

Look at the new world. Boring, Boring. Disappearing emotions. Expressions losing their light. Laughter controlled. Only numbness left. We can't bear it anymore.