Red Checkpoint

Huuu!!! Shuuu!!!

The howling wind slammed on Aldrich's face, making it difficult for him to see the vast panoramic view of the world beneath him.

His arms were half outstretched, and at the height of over 12000 ft, the world seemed bigger than it actually was. There was no backpack on him, showing the lack of any parachute. And the sun's piercing light felt like needles without goggles.

But Aldrich was no ordinary man, nor were the others. They were Dreamers. And even though a drop from this height could kill them ten times over, it wouldn't happen unless they contacted the ground.

Just a few minutes ago, Baron Siwan had made them jump out of the spaceship, one by one. They were already made to go through the instruction scroll within their individual FIR once. Aldrich wasn't unfamiliar with FIR. He already had one, and of even better quality, hidden under the false images created by the cuff link.