Dust fell from the ceiling as muffled explosions sounded outside. The Collapse, a time to reap what the Heralds had sown.

But Jacob didn’t celebrate. He was alone in this bunker with you - the Deputy - and he was seething. Wrath seeping into every pore of his body. He could’ve been with his brother or sister in his lavish bunker, instead he was here with you.

Seven years of this, you would have to endure...starting now.