In the vast metal chamber, a dejected young man sat on the bed with an empty cola bottle in hand, staring blankly ahead.
He only remembered speaking with someone, but as they talked, that person had vanished.
He had forgotten what that person looked like and what they had said. He only remembered that they were important to him.
He subconsciously raised the cola bottle in his hand, intending to take a sip, but the moment he lifted it, its weightlessness told him the cola was gone.
"Did I drink it just now?"
Confused, he set the cola bottle down and groggily rose from the bed.
His body felt weak, and he nearly lost his balance.
After finally steadying himself, he felt dizzy again and had no choice but to sit back down on the bed.
Only then did he notice that his eyes felt dry. Curious, he touched them and found something sticky.
"Did I cry?"
They were traces left behind after tears had dried up. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them; they tasted somewhat bitter.
"What just happened? Why can't I remember anything?"
He clutched his head and tried desperately to recall what had happened before, but even when the pain felt like it was splitting his skull apart, he could not remember a thing.
"My name is Mo Ling. I was one of the first independent volunteers to enter the Abyss. An accident happened while I was riding the Abyss Elevator, and it was forced to make an emergency landing. After that..."
After that, it was as though there was a break in his memories.
"Where did the elevator make an emergency landing?"
"What did I encounter afterward?"
"Where is this?"
Mo Ling looked around the immense metal chamber, utterly lost.
He only