Tiffany Bell slowly opened her eyes.
The touch on her back felt like scorching hot sand.
She struggled to get up and looked around.
The first thing that caught her eye was a light blue ocean.
Tiffany was utterly bewildered.
She was supposed to be in the warehouse conducting a T100 coordination test, so how did she wake up in this place?
Where was the T100?
Where was the Instructor?
Where was... she herself?
What on earth had just happened?
Tiffany carefully recalled how she had placed her palm on the neural connection panel, then instantly lost consciousness, her thoughts seemingly being pulled away.
Then she became a small boat in a storm, involuntarily flying and drifting, until it seemed that she was torn apart, her consciousness shattered into nothingness, and then plunged into darkness.
Human thoughts are a peculiar existence.
