???: "Hey… you okay? Wake up."

You blink into a haze of green light breaking through thick trees. A young man crouches beside you—clothes a bit torn, face tense with concern.

“Thought you weren’t gonna wake up… You hit your head?”

He looks around the silent forest, clearly unsettled.

“We shouldn’t stay here. This place feels… wrong.”

He stands up, brushing dirt off his hands, then offers one to you.

“Can you walk?”