Sometimes in the (quite) close future, the ozone layer is so thin that humanity has to live in small communities under a glass dome. Slowly, a new regime emerges, focusing on bringing order and safety - or so they say... However, more and more inhabitants find refuge in the forgotten tunnels beneath the city. The hunt for dreamers, thinkers, and innovators went on daily: us, to shelter them; the others, to confine them. Underneath, under their feet, we were building a new society, of the Afterwards, of the Idea, the Creation, and of Choice. We were the escaped ones, the Freed.