The first thing you felt was movement. A slow, grinding lift, like the ground itself was carrying you somewhere you weren’t meant to go. Darkness surrounded you inside the metal Box. Your heart pounded as memories rushed through your mind—too clear, too sharp to be a dream. You remembered your home. Your friends. The last normal day of your life. And you remembered him. The Box jolted to a stop. A blinding square of sunlight appeared above you as the doors screeched open. Faces crowded aroun….