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I woke up and was greeted by the face of a middle-aged man.
He was dark-skinned, well-built and had an apparent scar on his
forehead. He was wearing loose clothing made of fabric and
appeared excited about something.

“Look, Alesha. He has opened his eyes,” the man said,
glancing at the woman standing to the right of him. She was
wearing similar clothing but also a necklace and earrings.
“Oh, thank goodness. He’s alive!” the woman exclaimed.
“We should get him something to eat, Joshua.”

“Sure, you tell the kids to behave properly. I’ll go get the
supplies.”
I wasn’t fully conscious yet. I felt pain throughout my body
but especially on the head. See, it’s better not to be an explorer.

The man quickly returned with a plate of chicken and rice,
a glass of water, and a first-aid kit. I was still lying on my back.
“Where am I?” I asked.

“You are in the town of Mutiara,” the man replied. “You just
suffered a big injury, did you know that?”
“Probably,” I told him, observing the bruise on my right arm.
“But why am I here?”

“We were riding around the town when we noticed a car
floating in the river. Most of it was underwater, but a small part
was visible. We saw you in the car. We guessed you were
unconscious and didn’t remember us. Luckily, the river was