Fan Xun awakes from his seemingly never ending nightmare. His eyes snap open to see a very white room, two chairs; one of them he's sitting in, and a table separating both chairs. Fan Xun is confused by this sight. The last thing he remembered in the real world was when the doctors and policemen loaded him in the ambulance. Did they really have the nerve to treat him and send him first thing into an interrogation room?
It's fair to say that he could be labeled as a terrorist in the incident, but the hostages would've shot down that idea. Maybe they still have something to go off of that not even Fan Xun knows about?
"Hello," is said from a feminine voice sitting across from Fan Xun. This instantly breaks his track of thought.
"Woah! Where did you come from?", says Fan Xun, shocked.
"Is that really important right now?"
"Uh, yes. It does."