Global Survival in the Fog

Colin found himself inside a decaying wooden cabin.

Cold, damp, and dilapidated—that was his first impression of the interior.

Almost instinctively, he turned his gaze to the glass window, where all he could see was fog. Endless, gray mist shrouded the world beyond, obscuring both earth and sky, so that nothing but the fog itself remained visible to him.

Moreover, this gray mist seemed almost alive, flowing in unsettling silence with a strange vitality. Colin’s instincts screamed danger; if he dared leave the cabin and step into the fog, death would be his only fate.

Overwhelmed by a sense of unease, Colin withdrew his gaze.

Only then did he realize he was lying on a wooden bed, uncertain how long he’d been there.

The bed creaked beneath his weight as he sat upright.

“How did I end up here?” he muttered, pinching his brow as if trying to summon the memory. But his efforts were fruitless; a crucial segment of his past seemed erased, as if wiped clean by some force.

All he could recall was a life devoid of family ties—a realization that filled him with anxiety and trepidation. But his attention was quickly diverted by something else.

On a table nearby lay two items: an old-fashioned lantern filled with dark red liquid, and a scroll of leather.

They appeared deliberately placed, positioned so that anyone rising from the bed would see them at once.

Colin didn’t move immediately. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the two objects, pondering their purpose. Whatever the intentions of those responsible for all this, th