


You were never in control. Every step of the way, Phillip was there, forcing you to conform. You think back to your years in jail. You begin to realise that there was never any escaping this fate. All the roads you could have taken would have ended up here. Phillip would have made sure of it. What happens once you deliver the stolen goods? You can't go back to that dank, fetid jail cell, your every move scheduled and controlled by mindless, ignorant guards. You were so convinced that you were on the right path, making all the right choices when your freedom was returned to you. If Phillip is right, you'll end up back there anyway, no matter what you did. You would rather die first than be caged like an animal again but there's no way out of this. What do you do?