CHAPTER 1
SCENE 1 — UNKNOWN LOCATION
Dark.
Sound of wind. Leaves rustling.
Suddenly—
Uson falls forward onto hard ground.
He groans, rolls once, instinctively trying to protect his head.
He lies still.
Slow breath.
Then another.
He opens his eyes.
Sky—too clear. No buildings. No wires. No sound of traffic.
He sits up slowly.
He looks down at himself.
Modern clothes. Shoes intact. Phone in pocket.
He pulls out the phone.
No signal.
No network.
Battery full.
He looks around.
Trees. Dirt road. No signs. No electricity poles.
Uson frowns slightly.
He stands.
Takes two steps.
Stops.
He kneels, touches the soil.
Looks at the road—wagon marks, not tires.
His jaw tightens.
He whispers, almost to himself:
Uson: "…this isn't right."
A distant sound.
Voices.
He freezes.
SCENE 2 — THE ROAD
Three villagers appear from the trees, pulling a wooden cart.
They stop when they see Uson.
Their clothes are rough. Old. Armed with farming tools.
They speak loudly—language unknown.
Uson doesn't understand a word.
He raises his hands slowly.
Uson: "Hey—wait. I don't understand."
The villagers exchange looks.
One steps forward aggressively.
Villager #1 shouts something sharp.
Uson notices the tone.
Threat.
He speaks carefully.
Uson: "I'm lost. I won't cause trouble."
They don't understand.
One villager points at Uson's clothes, speaking rapidly.
Another grips his tool tighter.
Uson notices their eyes.
Fear. Not curiosity.
He takes one step back.
Slow.
Hands still visible.
A villager suddenly rushes forward and swings the tool—
Uson barely dodges, stumbling back.
He falls.
Dust.
The villagers shout.
Uson doesn't shout back.
He raises both hands again, breathing steady.
Uson (calm, firm): "Stop."
The word means nothing—but the tone does.
They hesitate.
Uson's eyes move quickly.
Three men.
No armor.
No uniform.
Poor tools.
Not soldiers.
He points at the ground, then at himself, then away from them.
Uson: "I'll leave."
Silence.
One villager mutters something.
Another shakes his head.
They argue among themselves.
Uson stays quiet.
Still.
After a tense moment—
They back off, slowly pulling the cart away, never turning their backs.
Uson waits until they disappear.
Only then does he exhale.
SCENE 3 — EDGE OF THE VILLAGE
Uson approaches a small village cautiously.
Huts. Smoke. Animals.
No guards.
He watches from behind a tree.
People working. Carrying water. Children thin.
Poverty.
He adjusts his posture, making himself look smaller.
Less threatening.
He walks in.
A woman notices him and stiffens.
She speaks loudly.
People turn.
Uson stops.
Hands visible.
A man approaches with a stick.
Man (angry, unknown language): shouting
Uson listens.
Doesn't interrupt.
When the man pauses, Uson points to his mouth, then shakes his head.
Uson: "I don't understand your language."
The man looks confused.
Another villager steps forward—older, calmer.
He gestures slowly.
Points at Uson's clothes. Then points at the sky.
Uson understands the implication.
Outsider.
He nods once.
Uson: "…yes."
The old man studies him.
Long silence.
Then points toward a well.
Then to a pile of stones.
Work.
Uson understands.
He nods again.
Uson: "Okay."
SCENE 4 — WORK
Uson carries stones.
His hands get dirty. Scraped.
No complaints.
He watches everything while working.
Who gives orders.
Who listens.
Who people look at before acting.
He notices food distribution.
Unfair.
A man cuts line. Others stay silent.
Power without strength.
A child trips and spills water.
The same man shouts at the child.
Uson notices who doesn't intervene.
Everyone.
The old man catches Uson looking.
Their eyes meet.
The old man looks away.
Later, the old man gives Uson bread.
Hard. Small.
Uson accepts it with both hands.
Uson: "…thank you."
The old man doesn't understand the words.
But he understands the tone.
SCENE 5 — EVENING
Uson sits alone near a fire.
People keep distance.
He listens.
Repeating sounds in his head.
Matching gestures to words.
Language patterns.
A drunk man approaches.
Mocks him loudly.
Others laugh nervously.
The drunk man shoves Uson's shoulder.
Uson looks up.
No anger.
Just assessment.
Uson (quiet): "Don't."
The drunk man doesn't understand.
Raises his hand.
Before he strikes—
The old man steps in sharply, shouting.
The drunk man backs off.
Silence.
Uson looks at the old man.
Holds eye contact.
Small nod.
Respect acknowledged.
SCENE 6 — NIGHT
Uson lies on rough cloth inside a hut.
Eyes open.
Listening.
Wind. Fire. Breathing of others.
He pulls out his phone.
Looks at the black screen.
Locks it.
Puts it away.
He stares at the ceiling.
Not panicked.
Not calm either.
Processing.
Finally, he speaks quietly—no one else hears.
Uson: "Different world… different rules."
He closes his eyes.
Outside, distant thunder.
Not rain.
Something heavier.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Final shot:
Uson's eyes open in the dark.
Alert.
Learning.