The Flood Era: My Precognition Space

The instant the cold, foul-smelling water poured into his nostrils, Lin Mo jerked violently.

It wasn’t warm water from a showerhead. This was a filthy current that reeked of rust and rot, like countless icy snakes slithering through his nose and mouth and into his lungs. He struggled desperately, only to find his limbs bound by an unseen force. All he could do was watch as the murky water kept rising, swallowing the last trace of light in his vision.

“Help!”