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.