Opening my eyes slowly, I see that I'm trapped inside some sort of wooden object. I instinctively try to comb through my memories but my mind feels a sudden pain as I get hazy. Cooling down for what seemed like a few minutes, I attempt to punch the wood but it doesn't even budge a tiny bit. Repeating the actions multiple times and with no success, made me frustrated with anger.
My emotions boiling, I then and there wished that it would break apart. Sensing a bubbling feeling inside of me, a hand clothed in pristine dark, mysteriously appears out of nowhere and pushed forward with great momentum. Shattering the front part of the wooden object, the faded hand disappeared as fast as it appeared. Seeing dirt, I moved away from the hole, then before doing anything else, I let saliva drip from my mouth, seeing that the saliva was going down, I start to dig in the opposite direction of it. Pushing away the dirt to free spaces inside, I gradually find myself further and further away from my initial location.
After what seemed like a long time, I felt the faintest of air, brushing through my skin. Getting excited about finally escaping this hellhole, I rapidly dig faster and voilà! My surroundings are filled with tombstones and a misty fog everywhere, preventing me from seeing clearly any more than 10 meters away. An eerie silence penetrating through the environment and the weariness from relentlessly using my hands and body. I collapsed, and with my consciousness fading, I hoped there weren't any dangerous monsters lurking around.