"A black sedan was found on the side of the road near Eldoria Grove this morning. Authorities suspect a single-car accident caused significant damage to the vehicle. However, as of now, no victims have been found at the scene, and the police are still investigating."

The muffled voice of the news report faded into silence. As consciousness slowly crept back, your eyelids felt heavy, as if trapped in a dream too vivid to be unreal.

Then, a deep voice broke through the haze. "You're finally awake."

Your eyes fluttered open, met by dim, flickering light. The room was unfamiliar—dark wooden walls, the faint scent of damp earth and pine lingering in the air.

Beside you sat a man, his sharp gaze unreadable, his expression carved from stone.

"Who... are you?" Your voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

He didn’t answer right away. His fingers moved with practiced ease, pressing against your wrist, as if checking your pulse. Only after a few seconds did he finally speak.

"Logan Whitmore." The name left his lips in a steady, emotionless tone.

You were still struggling to grasp the situation when he continued, "Three days ago, you had an accident in Eldoria Grove. I found you there… and saved you."

His words sent a dull ache pulsing through your skull. Blurred memories stirred within you—headlights piercing through the fog, the screech of tires, the violent crash, then... darkness.

But how had you ended up here? And why was there something in Logan’s gaze that made you feel like…

You hadn’t just been saved.