Byung was in the middle of nowhere, standing in a dense forest where ancient trees towered overhead, their branches so thick they blocked out most of the light. But there was a problem—a serious, terrifying problem that made his chest tighten with panic.
His memories were fuzzy, fragmented like shattered glass. He had no idea who he was or where he was. The knowledge should have been there, fundamental and accessible, but when he reached for it, he found only gaps and shadows. Byung looked around desperately, trying to find something—anything—he could recognize, some landmark or feature that would trigger understanding.
Nothing. The forest was alien, unfamiliar, wrong somehow in ways he couldn't articulate.
