Sector twenty one, ZSFCO 0303, Seven.
So, what do you think?
“Yeah, we’re screwed.”
I asked my only companion for her thoughts on the situation already knowing the answer. Obviously, we’re screwed.
I didn’t think much of it when I boarded the rescue vessel but I soon understood that I had practically walked into the military base of an alien empire.
Me, a male human with no public records and no permission to travel through the routes governed by the Zesioniens. It’s only natural that they’d assume the worst.
The cell I was thrown in is quite spacious to be for a single inmate, however with the exception of my ghastly friend no one else is with us.
There is a single bed and a box like chair. Everything is painted white and has this sci-fi aesthetic to it. The cell door is just a hal
