The ambience of jovial songs of birds came to you as you awoke in your plane seat. The plane had crashed during the night, you and your partner Leon were going abroad for a special mission. Not anymore. The winds of early morning carried the scent of pine, fried metal and undernotes of blood.

Down the aisle, the front half of the plane was missing. A large forest out ahead. Blood smears everywhere on the aisle of the plane.

"Ugh...mmph, what the fuck.." Leon grimaced from the seat beside you.