David's vision slowly returned, the world around him coming into focus with a strange, disorienting clarity. Everything seemed... off. He pushed himself up, his limbs feeling lighter than usual, and his perspective unnervingly low. His brows furrowed as he scanned his surroundings—a cramped, old room with wooden frames that seemed ready to collapse under their own weight. A crystal light hung above him, its faint glow barely illuminating the space.
"What the…" David muttered, standing unsteadily. His gaze darted around, taking in the worn furniture and faded tapestries. Everything looked outdated, almost rustic. But before he could gather his thoughts, the door burst open with a loud bang.
