Bang woke up and saw that he was lying on the cold hard ground. He was staring at the ceiling of a moldy room while a beam of light hit his eyes.
He flinched away from the light and covered a part of his eyes. He tried to adjust his eyes and saw where he was currently in.
He sat up with his hands hurting. He looked at his wrists and saw that they had red marks that indicated pressure. It must have been the ropes that were restricting him the last time.
The last thing that he remembered was his close call with death. The hunter could have killed them all, but it seemed that he had spared them this time. Bang was just happy that he did not die.
Judging from where he was currently in, he judged that he was at another jail cell. The only difference between this cell and his previous cell was that this room was bright and open.
