Andrew looked around his city… it wasn’t right. He knew it. Something just wasn’t right.

None of it was real, was it? All of it was fake. An illusion. He knows it now, and his sister Sasha knew it. And now she’s suffering for it. Andrew looked around at the city, all of the people around him… they didn’t know, did they? This was all A.S.P.O.’s fault, wasn’t it?

Andrew held his head in his hands, shutting his eyes tightly—he needed to know what was behind the city and this illusion.