When Jake woke up, he found himself in the same tent, but this time, he wasn't tied to a chair.
Instead, it was his hands and legs that were cuffed by the strange rope.
'Hmmmm….it is night-time,' Jake murmured.
Normally the tent would shade him from the sun, but it didn't need to, which made the tent darker. However, it was still illuminated by light crystals.
Jake spat out the blood that was in his mouth before he got knocked out.
'It's familiar,' Jake reminisced.
His eyes twinkled as he remembered the times when he had been kidnapped during his pre-rebirth life.
It was definitely fun even when he was subdued to a lot of tortures.
Jake stood up to sit on a chair close by as he sensed some people were about to enter the tent.
He wondered who they were, but on second thought, he already knew.
"What is it?" Jake asked the first figure that entered the tent.
