Wilderness Area

There was a car accident on a rainy night and the moment I fell off a cliff and fell into the water, I thought it was an ordinary accident. Until I was in a deserted mountain and picked up a numbered file with my name on it. I realized that we were not victims at all. A guinea pig that was thrown into the wilderness. When the surveillance camera lit up from the dark, and when the chill of "someone is watching me" crawled across the back of my neck, I finally understood: To live is not to survive. It's resistance.