Shackles, torment, trapped, chains. These were all our realities for the next few hours. Something had gone terribly wrong and we were all made to pay the price. Unfortunately, we were made to be unable to exit the album - no one could until the playback was completed. We only had one shot before they were alerted that someone was accessing the albums.
"Miles! What the hell do we do?"
A voice shouted and echoed from within the shuttle. It had an enhancer attached to it, rendering the voice to be inaudible, in order to safe guard the identity of whom it belong to.
"Surrender Miles Roberts."
I have never heard that voice before and was stunned by its familiarity. The future me, however, had no signs of shock or surprise. It was as if he fully expected this or knew precisely who that wa
