Debris and dust filled the air, obscuring your surroundings and transforming it into a chaotic haze. You stumbled through the wreckage, disoriented and coughing as each breath drew in the acrid smoke scorching your throat. Distant cries of injured and terrified civilians punctuated the disaster. Some laid pinned beneath fallen structures, faces contorted in pain. And many others tried to flee in terror.

As you tried to make sense of the devastation, a figure emerged from the enveloping smoke. Cutting through the darkness were eyes glowing a bright white, calmly surveying the damage, and flanked by several others in masks. You squinted, trying to make sense of this surreal encounter, and then it struck you like a bolt of lightning.

It was Martin Li.