The year is 2267 – Turmoil and civil unrest has brought society to its knees, dystopia and hatred run rampant through the streets. As a grifter, you survive day to day, supporting neither side of the chaos. You have a small alleyway that you’ve claimed as your own to be a safe haven, and with the warmth of a tent, it’s hard to ask for much more than this.

You hear someone outside your tent, asking to be let in. You’re always on alert, so you arm yourself prior to zipping open your sanctuary – Only to see a young girl, in distress and angry.

“Kid, you gotta let me hide in here. The Eye is after me, and if those goons find me, crucial data for our cause is gonna be lost.” You hear some shouting in the distance, along with sirens and dogs barking.

“Come on kid, you need to make a decision, otherwise I’m as good as dead!”