How?
He spun in a slow circle, trying to catch some thread of logic, some sign that this was a dream. But there was no UI, no pause button hovering in the air, no friendly tutorial message explaining where he was or what he was supposed to do next.
A cart clattered past close enough that he had to leap back onto the curb to avoid getting trampled. The driver shouted something unintelligible and kept going.
Jisung's breathing sped up. The air felt too thick, too heavy.
No phone.
No backpack.
No escape.
No way back to log out.