I awoke to a disorienting silence, my senses dulled by the unfamiliarity of my surroundings. The floor beneath me was cold, smooth, and unyielding. Above, a dome-shaped ceiling loomed, faintly glowing with an eerie, pale light. The room was vast, circular, and empty—a sterile expanse devoid of any warmth or life. It felt like a space constructed not for habitation, but for observation.

I scanned the area meticulously, noting a single path leading outward—a dark corridor that seemed to swallow the faint light. There were no visible doors or signs to indicate its purpose, but it was the only feature breaking the monotony of the chamber. The silence pressed against me, amplifying the weight of the unknown.

For ten long minutes, I sat motionless, contemplating whether to rise and investigate. My mind wandered to theories of probability, to the paradox of Schrödinger's cat. Was this place real, or merely a construct of perception? My thoughts spiraled until the silence was broken by the sound of grinding stone. A section of the wall slid open near the corridor, revealing a familiar figure.

Hubmers, our leader, stepped through, his imposing frame casting long shadows across the sterile floor. His face was a mixture of surprise and relief. "Grey!? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice sharp with disbelief.

I blinked, struggling to find the words. "...Hubmers... How did you end up here too?"

His expression hardened. "What the hell are you saying?" He stepped closer, his breathing labored, as though the act of speaking cost him dearly. "What did you do until you collapsed like I did?"

I hesitated, unsure how to explain. Before I could respond, Hubmers shook his head and continued, his voice tinged with frustration. "There are culprits among this group. That's why I changed the gathering point. But I didn't think they'd go this far... DAMN IT!"

While muttering and fretting over the safety of the other members of the group, Hubmers hurried and ran after them.

I was shivering after hearing what he said. Culprits? betrayal? Before I could catch up with Hubmers, my mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle as I ran.

Rising to my feet, I suppressed the throbbing pain in my head. The moment I ran, a sudden, vivid vision struck me. I saw the flamethrower mounted on the wall—silent and unassuming—spring to life and engulf Hubmers in flames. The image was so vivid that it left me trembling. Yet I knew my visions were never certain. There was always a margin of error, a 30% probability that they might not come true. Still, the possibility gnawed at me.

"Hubmers," I said, my voice steady despite my unease, "You'd better stay here. I'm having... unsettling thoughts about you and the others."

He gave me a hard look, his distrust evident. Without another word, he brushed past me and headed for the corridor. My head pounded as I tried to follow, but my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. By the time I gathered the strength to stand, Hubmers was gone.

I sprinted down the hallway, my footsteps echoing ominously. The corridor branched into five distinct paths, each shrouded in darkness. I paused, attempting to summon a vision to guide me, but none came. Frustration mounted as I chose the middle path, moving cautiously to avoid triggering traps. The air grew colder, and the walls seemed to close in, pressing on my already fragile composure.

After what felt like hours of navigating the labyrinth, I stumbled into a room—another circular chamber, though smaller and dimly lit. A voice broke the silence.

"Oh, look who it is. The bastard himself.", I turned to see one of the members who said bastard earlier, leaning casually against the wall. His smirk faded when he saw my expression. "Grey? You're here too?"

"You too? Where is Hubmers?" I said, my voice laced with disbelief. "Don't tell me... Are we all...?"

He sighed and nodded. "Yeah. It seems our entire group has been captured and placed here—a test, or maybe something worse."

I didn't want to reveal my vision of Hubmers' potential death, so I changed the subject. "Have you seen the others? Is everyone safe?"

"As far as I can tell," he replied. "Seeing you and the leader alive is a positive sign. For now, we're... playing along, I guess."

My head throbbed again, and another vision flickered to life. This time, it was clearer. I saw Firanda and Jake, waving to me, their faces filled with determination. The scene shifted to Hubmers, alive but grim-faced, signaling for an evacuation. The vision ended abruptly, leaving me breathless.

"We should wait," I said, forcing calm into my voice.

He raised an eyebrow. "You and your visions... Fine. Let's sit tight for now."

He gestured for me to sit, and I joined him on the cold floor. He chuckled softly. "Sorry about calling you a bastard earlier. Just my way of breaking the ice."

I managed a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I've been called worse."

Our conversation was cut short by a deafening explosion. The walls of the dome trembled and began to collapse, revealing a vast, open space beyond. As the dust settled, I saw Firanda and Jake waving to me from the distance. My heart sank as I realized what was coming next.

"Grey!" Firanda called, running toward me with Jake in tow. She stopped short, her eyes scanning my face. "We've found a way out, but you need to move now."

"What about the rest of the group members?" I asked.

"I think they'll follow," he said firmly. "But we have to go now. This place is coming down."

I hesitated, looking back toward the labyrinth, Firanda and Jake. The vision of Hubmers' survival replayed in my mind. Without another word, I nodded and ran, trusting that my visions would guide us to safety.

I and he fled the city as chaos erupted behind us; Firanda and Jake kept silence and did not follow me in fleeing. The once-thriving metropolis had been reduced to a desert now, its towering structures swallowed by sand and overgrowth time by time. Only that metropolis who still stands by. Together, we found refuge in a hidden cave with a spring, its cool waters offering a momentary respite while waiting for other group members and Hubmers.

Over time, we established a network of colonies, connected by secret tunnels. Spies were sent back to monitor the city and the progress of the 'goddess' robot project. Each day brought new challenges, but also new hope.

As I looked out over the desert from our newfound sanctuary, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The visions were growing stronger, and with them, the weight of responsibility. Whatever lay ahead, I knew one thing for certain: the fight was far from over.