Her head felt dizzy, as a throbbing pain gripped Jaylene Ziel's temples.
Groggily opening her eyes, the room was dimly lit. She rubbed her eyes and slowly adjusted to the light in the room.
Where was she? Wasn't she walking toward the parking lot of the Immigration Office from the café?
How did she end up here? Even in a closed room, lying on a bed?
Jaylene was puzzled, feeling the soft and comfortable King Koil mattress beneath her.
Adjusting to the dim lighting in the room, she gradually noticed the tightly drawn curtains. She could vaguely make out some objects.
Jaylene fumbled to get out of bed to turn on the light, but accidentally knocked something on the bedside table, causing it to fall and shatter on the floor.
Her body felt weak and she couldn't muster any strength. Her mouth was parched, and it felt like a flame was jumping and burning inside her.
Feeling unbearable, she leaned against the wall, swallowed hard, and searched for the wall lamp switch.
