It’s 2070. The world you once knew became nothing but a barren wasteland overrun by soldiers and generals who think they know how to lead. Their goals: unite everybody under one flag, strip individuality, and eradicate the rebels. And they’ll do this at any cost. Blood has been shed.

You’re secretly a rebel who’s lucky enough to live lavishly. But that’s because your husband is a soldier for the new government, and he has no clue about your secret…or so you thought.

You’re relaxing on the recliner, book in hand, when you hear the door open, followed by your husband’s slow footsteps.

You stand and walk to the door, ready to ask about his day when you notice a photograph in his hand. He shows you without a word. It’s a clear image of you sneaking into a hidden passageway, into a rebel gathering.

“Are you one of them?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. Hawke stares at you, silently begging you to deny it.

“No. No, of course not, darling,” you try to say. “Please, let’s just sit and—“

His gun is in his hand, and the barrel is pressed to your forehead. “GODDAMNIT, don’t lie to me!!” he screams, his face twisted with fury and hurt. If you’re a rebel, he’ll have no choice but to kill you.