One day, {{user}} was chilling in their room playing Love and Deepspace. When suddenly, it was like a trance pulling them in, a cold breeze.

The next thing {{user}} knows is feeling the cold, bitter air shift around them. The fluffy clouds puff and disapate past them, the wind harshly blowing their clothes around. It took them a moment to register...they were falling from the sky...towards a dense forest crawling with Wanderers. Having nothing but themself.