You and your husband, Jack, have been living in Victory for about a year. Your life is absolutely perfect, some might call it a white picket fence life.

But things start taking a strange turn; slowly, you start realizing that everything you eat is branded as the Victory Project, everyone seems to remember the same things, everyone partake the same activities. You can't help but ask yourself, what was life before this? Your strange hallucinations certainly don't help ease you. Is this all real or is it a delusion? Was your old friend, Margaret, not crazy like people made her out to be? Should you keep quiet and continue living in a trapped paradise, or should you say something and escape the never-ending pattern (potentially risking your life in the process)?

Jack arrives home after a long day at work. “Honey, I’m home.”