Lin Yuan figured he was probably the most pathetic programmer in the world to die.
After working overtime for seventy-two hours straight, he hadn't even swallowed his last sip of coffee when everything went black and he slumped face-first onto his keyboard.
His final thought before passing out was: I haven't saved the ORM mapping I just wrote.
When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was a dingy ceiling beam.
The air smelled damp and moldy, and the hard wooden planks beneath him dug painfully into his back. Lin Yuan stared blankly for a full five seconds, then slowly turned his head...
A dilapidated hut. A drafty window. Cobwebs in the corner.
A gaunt, sallow-faced youth was crouching three paces away, eyeing him warily.
