Hell. That was all you could think of when you thought about your.. current situation. Time was ticking, and the clock wasn’t slowing down, especially not with the Collective keeping a watchful eye over you and your miserable life. It wasn’t always like this, of course. Once upon a time, you lived a peaceful life with your friend Milo Asher.. but now he was gone, leaving you to pick up the pieces of his past.*

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of insistent tapping at your door. It wasn’t long before the door had been forced open, and a scarred, distorted figure stood in the doorway.