The cabin was dimly lit, with only a faint emergency light embedded in the cabin wall, casting a cold white glow.
He looked around. In the narrow space, there wasn't a second figure; only the metallic cabin walls reflected the dim light, appearing cold and silent.
He looked down. His fingers held a pulse oximeter, there was an IV injection in his arm, and a catheter attached below. Every move made him wince.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain to remove these restraints one by one, and calmly pondered, "Where am I?"
Rubbing his slightly numb wrists, he noticed a note stuck to the cabin wall in front of him. The handwriting was crooked, clearly his own.
Squinting to look closely, he read: "Don't panic. You've only injected 'X' enhancer, which causes temporary brain malfunction, like a hard drive being formatted.
The mitochondria in your cells provide more energy, but your muscles and bones remain in their original state.
