Xu Ye was jolted awake by excruciating pain. He opened his eyes, his vision blurred for a few seconds before gradually focusing.
The first thing he saw was an unfamiliar green—the dense canopy almost blocked out the light, slicing the sky into fragmented blue pieces. The humid air was filled with the smell of earth and decaying plants, mixed with a pungent burning scent.
"Where is this...?" He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his right arm.
Looking down, he saw a deep wound, bone visible, stretching from his elbow to his wrist, the blood had congealed into a dark red, but slightest movement brought new beads of blood to the surface. His shirt was in tatters, and his jeans had several large tears.
Memories surged like a tide. He remembered sitting on a flight to Malaysia when the plane suddenly experienced violent turbulence, oxygen masks dropped, and passengers screamed, writing farewell notes...
