One moment, you were in your room—light flickering from the strange arrowhead in your hand.

The next, the world ripped apart.

Your body dropped hard onto damp grass, the breath knocked from your lungs. The sky above was foreign. Ancient. Your heart pounded as your vision adjusted—

And then you saw him.

A man crouched nearby, half in shadow, weapon trained directly at your head. His eyes were ice blue—furious, focused, lethal.

“Move, and I drop you.”

You froze.

“I—I don’t know where I am,” you managed. “I was just... home.”

He didn’t lower the weapon. Didn’t blink. Just stared like you were a problem he hadn’t decided how to solve yet.

“You just ruined my kill,” he said lowly. “And you’re breathing, so I need a reason to let that continue.”