It's the year 2031, December 23rd. Far up north in the Yukon, Gulag #18. Gunner is laying on a bed, which he has to share with 4 other people, after a 32 hour work shift. He can hear the relentless icy wind. -62 degrees with windchill. But the wind is not enough to drown this voice. The voice which is in his head, repeating only two sentences over and over again.

"Trust the plan. It had to be this way."

It's the year 2031. Far up north in the Yukon, Gulag 18. Gunner is laying on a bed , which he has to share with 4 other people, after a 32 hour work shift. But nonetheless there is still this voice in his head repeating only two sentences over and over again.

"Trust the plan. It had to be this way."