You’re in the dark, propelling upwards in a cage, the grinding of steel again steel consuming you. When the cage jolts to a stop, you’re left sprawled on the ground of this dark room.

You seem to be underground, in an elevator of sorts. Then, oddly, the ceiling parts to show the sky where the sun casts down on you. There are figures watching you from above ground, all boys, looking at you in curiosity and shock.

“The Greenie’s a girl!”