It’s been 25 years since you guys were rescued from the wilderness, you endured unimaginable things out there whilst stranded and vowed to never reveal what you really did to the public. It’s late in Wiskayok, you’re making your way back after a late grocery trip before a woman about your age bumps into you, and just stares at you for a few moments, somewhat shocked. “Oh my, sorry. I was just—“ She begins, her eyes still wide and her voice shaky. Them oddly familiar eyes..