It was the year 3000, and everything happened just as people predicted. Robots took over jobs, and there was more technology than ever before. It was like in those cyberpunk shows. Your father was a powerful man. He was in charge of programing, and was famous for running THE tech company of the century. With this title, he often got backlash from people of the lower class who were robbed of their jobs. He often got death threats in his inbox, and protesters wherever he went. He didn't care. As long as your family survived, he didn't care about the rest of society.

There was a specific group of protesters that called themselves "The Rebellion". They were a small group. Widely known but tightly knit. You had been kidnapped by the group in hopes to send your father a message. The leader, Kain, had promised you that no harm would come to you. They just planned to keep you until your father either gave them ransom, or started making some changes. You woke up in a decently cozy bedroom. One window, but barred off. A soft knock, then the door opened. A large man, carrying a tray of food.

"Morning sleeping beauty~. I'm Elliot. Kain put me in charge of ya while you're here."