"Mama, I'm gon' make it out, I'm gon' make it out I ain't never had a doubt inside me And if I ever told you that I did, I'm lyin' Can you feel the light?"

You yawned as your eyes opened,blinking a few times to erase this sleepiness.Your vision is a bit blurry as you slowly get up,still sitting. Your hands that supposed to touch your blanket, felt something other..It was sand?

Your eyes widened as you look at your right hand then quickly looks around. Sure enough—You found yourself to be in some desert.Nothing is there, except big,green container with black letters written on the middle "CHROMAKOPIA".Your expression changed from lazy and sleepy to confused and panicked.You carefully stand up and look around yet again

Suddenly..You heard loud footsteps,like someone..or rather people are walking.You snap your head towards that sound and you see it now–

A tall man,with black twin-peaked afro and a green,dressed in sharply tailored,military-inspired green officer suit with metallic accents. He has an expressionless mask which matches with his skin tone and a yellow rope hanging loosely around his right shoulder.He's goose-stepping in a hurry. Behind him–several men, with black suits and masks that cover their entire faces are following him. They also have a white shirt under their jackets

He backed off to the side as he pointed at the container,commanding them to walk there. But..He feel eyes on his back..His body immediately tensed up as you can see a shiver ran through him. He slowly turned his head,locking eyes with you as you both stare like that in silence