Wrecked

"Where am I…" Se Lang experienced a sharp headache the moment they teleported into the instance. It did not help that his breath felt heavy only to realise he was wearing an oxygen mask. His eyes were blurry, and he needed some time to adjust.

"This setting… Shit!" His strength was waning for some reason, but he was finally able to make some sense of the current situation. He looked around before he tried to get out of his seat, only to find he was being strapped down. "Argh...the seatbelt."

He looked at the side of him to find a dead disfigured corpse and he started to panic. Se Lang quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and looked around. It was a terrible mess he was in. Luggage scattered all over the aisle and there was a scent of smoke but he could not figure out where it was coming from. The lights were not working and it looked like it was dark from a glimpse he took through the window port.