"Sweed, you have been promoted to leave the cell and proceed to the commissary," the voice from the speaker echoed through my confinement. Two heavily armed guards entered, signaling for me to follow them to the commissary. I took a seat at a table, and my friends joined me. As I absentmindedly ran my hand through my disheveled green hair, I couldn't help but suggest, "Perhaps it's time we start contemplating an escape plan."
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It's A Small Universe: Book 1: "Jailbreak"
FantasyAileans called Zox are here to destroy the world or are they?
