Zhao Junkai groaned in his cell. He felt like his head was run over with a truck and then bashed with a hammer. The headache was making him dizzy and he could barely see straight, much less think about where he was.
He blinked a couple of times and rubbed his eyes, only for him to see nothing but darkness. He could only hear the sound of water dripping.
His nose wrinkled when an indescribably disgusting smell entered his nose, clogging his brain. He choked at how pungent it was. It was like a mixture of rotting flesh, blood, and maybe even human waste. This place was horrendous. He did not know how he arrived here.
"Hello, is anyone there?" He called out, grabbing the back of his head in pain.
