第一章 那个逃犯有点野

consciousness came back, it was accompanied by an excruciating headache and the distinct smell of wet earth. The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a canopy of ancient trees, their leaves filtering a dim, dappled light. Sunlight struggled through the dense foliage, casting long, dancing shadows on the moss-covered ground. "Finally awake, you wretched woman?" A voice cut through the serene forest, sharp and cold like broken glass. I turned my head to see a man standing not far away, his face partially obscured by the shadow of his hood. He was tall and imposing, with sharp features and eyes that could kill. Even from a distance, I could feel the chill he exuded, the kind that made your bones ache. "Who... who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice weak and strained. The man took a step closer, his boots crunching on the leaves beneath him. "You're in the middle of nowhere, with no memory, and yet here you are, looking like you belong. Speak, woman. Who sent you?"