2219. Pandemic. Lockdown. Apocalypse. The capsules were supposed to save us—a last-ditch solution for humanity. Plug in, lockdown, and wait it out. We trusted them. What a joke. Now, I’m trapped. I have been locked ever since. I was a man once—flesh, blood, dreams. Now, I’m just a mind wired into cold steel, my body left to rot in the ruins. They call it survival. This isn’t survival; it’s a prison. But that’s not even the worst part. The capsules weren’t just prisons—they were something worse.  It wasn’t the virus that killed us. It was greed. Fear. Secrets. The system is broken. It wasn’t just meant to preserve us—it’s playing with us.  I can see glitches. Voices whisper. Challenges appear. They call it a game. Play, survive, or die. I didn’t sign up for this. They say if I win, I’ll uncover the truth: the virus, the capsules, why they turned me into a machine and the lies that burned the world down. But the game isn’t fair. It never was. This isn’t just my story. It’s the story of how we messed it all up—how we paid the price, and how we’re still paying. And I’m going to tell it. Not for the living because they are cowards who shut their eyes and pretend. No, I mean this for the dead because dead men don’t lie. Dead men tell the best tales. LOCKED. You thought being locked away in the capsules was hell? Nah. Welcome to the real nightmare.