When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the smell of smoke and damp earth. The second thing he noticed was… He had absolutely no idea where he was. Or, well, who he was.
He sat up abruptly, groaning when his head spun. Around him stretched a forest so thick that sunlight could barely squeeze through the leaves. The fire burning beside him crackled weakly, sending up a little wisp of smoke. It looked like it was about to die out.
"Okay…" he muttered, staring at the flickering flames as if they could give him answers. "So… I'm in a forest. There's a fire. I have no clue who I am. Not a great start."
He patted himself down—no weapons, no bag, not even a clue about what he was doing here. His clothes were dirty, but at least he wasn't hurt. That was something. He stood, brushed the dirt off his pants, and looked around nervously.
