Darkness. That was all he remembered—a deep, endless void that swallowed him whole. The last thing he saw before it consumed him was the blinding headlights of a truck, the screech of tires, and then... nothing.

Floating in the endless void he felt as if was being watched and the thought of it creeped him out since in a place where he can't feel anything he was somewhat able to sense someone's gaze on him, as this thought crossed his mind he suddenly felt 4 taps on his body as if something big and sharp touched him, the next moment he felt something warm coursing through his soul which made him blackout.

When his eyes finally opened, he wished they hadn't. The coppery tang of blood filled the air, sharp and nauseating. Around him, bodies lay strewn like broken dolls, their faces twisted in expressions of terror and pain. What was once a bustling village was now a graveyard.

The houses stood in ruins, their charred skeletons barely recognizable. Smoke curled lazily into the crimson-streaked sky, carrying with it the bitter stench of death and destruction. He stumbled to his feet, his heart pounding.

"Where... am I?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

His foot brushed against something soft, and he recoiled, realizing it was the lifeless body of a child clutching a broken toy. His stomach churned. This wasn't just destruction—it was a massacre.

He staggered backward, his mind racing. He didn't know how he got here or why. The last thing he remembered was the accident and the darkness, but this—this was something else entirely.

Then he noticed the stillness around him. The world was eerily quiet, save for the crackling of flames from the smoldering ruins. He raised his hands instinctively, his palms trembling—and that's when it happened.

A torrent of knowledge surged into his mind, an overwhelming flood that sent him crashing to his knees. Clutching his head, he let out a strangled cry as searing pain tore through his skull. It was as if his brain was being split open to make room for something vast, something ancient.

Martial arts techniques unfolded in his mind—movements so fluid and precise they felt instinctual. Alongside them came the secrets of bending, not just the four major elements—earth, fire, water, and air—but their intricate sub-forms. He could feel the raw power of metal bending, the icy precision of bloodbending, the fierce intensity of combustion bending, and even the elusive secrets of spiritual energy.

But it didn't stop there. Other fragments of knowledge followed, strange and cryptic. Strategies, survival techniques, even an odd familiarity with this world's history and its language. It was all there, as though it had been waiting for him to unlock it.

When the pain finally subsided, he collapsed forward, panting heavily, his forehead nearly touching the blood-soaked ground. His mind was a chaotic storm, but slowly, he began piecing it together. He steadied his breathing, forcing himself to focus.

And then, the realization struck him like a blow to the chest.

He wasn't in his world anymore. This wasn't just some nightmare or hallucination. He was here. Somehow, impossibly, he had been thrust into the Avatar world. 

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he sat back on his heels, his gaze drifting over the corpses and ruined village. His fists clenched as the weight of it all pressed down on him. Whatever had brought him here hadn't given him a choice.

And now, he was alone in a world that demanded strength to survive.