I woke up in a room tied up. I could undo the ropes easily, they were certainly no Gordian knot. There's other people here, we're underground. Memories gone, some coming back. All I know is, that this is all going to hell. The traitors are winning. God help us. A/N: if this story is similar to anyone else's i do apologise but I didn't copy. This work is my creation and I would appreciate if it wasn't copied.