The moment I regained consciousness, I was running away.
I can't tell if this is a dream or reality.
The feeling of pressure on the atrium is getting stronger and stronger.
Just like now, fear swept through my body, but I couldn't remember why I was running away, running without purpose and life.
At the same time, the orderly ticking of the clock and the noisy chatter of people began to flow into my mind one after another. As I ran, the sounds gradually faded away until they disappeared...
I couldn't remember why I was in a coma, and I couldn't even remember who I was or what my life was like. I just vaguely remember that I seemed to have participated in an experiment...