As darkness descended upon the whole of Hepeng and its citizens laid their heads down to rest, in Qinshu province eerie screams had just begun as the tortured souls wailed in pain. Among them was a man sitting in a filthy dungeon, his torn clothes covered in dry crusty blood. From the exposed part of his chest, one could see his skin had been cleanly ripped off by a serrated whip. His flawless skin had no healthy glow to it and his lips deep purple like a corpse but he was still alive.
Whatever the man had been through should have killed him but he was standing strong with his eyes closed shut as though meditating. His expression serene, unaffected by his surroundings a gloomy place that smelt of death. He heard a clicking sound from the cell door being unlocked, seemingly interrupted from his meditation, he spoke, "Would you stop disturbing me. Tell him I am busy."
