Zero Percent

Eight percent.

Dmitri clutched the yoke of the Starlight Streamer, trying to tame the wild beast as he made his way through the Framasite Rain. Beads of sweat poured over his head as he tried to ignore the panic that was beginning to set in. Adrenaline was beginning to course through his body as his reaction time doubled up— his eyes, firmly fixated on the window in front of him.