The sound of laughter fills the car.
His daughters, ages six and nine, are singing along to an old Disney song.
He glances in the rearview mirror, smiling.
It’s a perfect moment.
Then—a blinding light.
Screeching tires.
A horn.
Impact.
He lunges back instinctively, arms outstretched, covering them.
Darkness.
A voice: “Welcome, warrior.
Your journey begins now.”
He awakens, alone, in a forest with a glowing sword embedded in a stone before him.
The sky is too vivid.
The trees shimmer with code.
Something is very wrong.