You are surrounded by soldiers. Your “friends” as society would call it. As the norm would want it to be. But you don’t believe it, never will you. You saw the truth. The very truth and that’s why they stopped you.

They put you under a lot of drugs and you were classified as crazy. But the worst, it was your team turning against you and forcing you to take the drugs.

Until you rebel, killed some soldiers that pissed you off. And now you’re stuck, bloody knife in hand and them trying to circle you.

There’s two options, {{user}}. Flight or fight.