Four hours ago, in City of Light…
Plop… Plop…
The soft and gradual sound of water drops replaced the job of the clock in this prison where time could not be distinguished. This also allowed for the extremely bored prisoners that were thrown into individual cells to have something to do, which was to count water droplets.
Baili Xuanyuan sat on the ground casually, his fingers tapping in-between his knees rhythmically. If there were others present, they would notice that the frequency at which he tapped his hand was identical to the water drops, such precise movements, without any difference at all!
"There are still 2,206,700 seconds to leaving this prison." When Baili Xuanyuan said that number, he was shocked by the extent of his own boredom. He helplessly leaned on the wall with a slight smile on his face.
