Ten Days to the End: The Beginning of the Cycle

The shrill screech of brakes tore through the night. Cheng Mo jerked his eyes open and realized he was sitting in the driver's seat. Outside the windshield, a truck was heading straight for him. Time seemed to slow down. He could make out the terror on the truck driver's face, feel his fingers clamped tightly around the steering wheel, and even smell the faint lemon scent of the air freshener in the car.

"No!"

At the moment of impact, the world fell into darkness. Cheng Mo opened his eyes again, gasping for breath. He was still in the car, and the car was completely intact. The dashboard showed 10:17 p.m. The radio was playing a song