Abbas faintly smelled the odor of rotting wooden planks and dusty floors.
He vaguely remembered that he was tracking a younger relative of Hewitt with two other people before, and his accomplices suspected her to be Hewitt's daughter.
That's right, he discovered the girl's problem, and she dared to deceive him, then another woman appeared.
He remembered that humiliating memory.
He was knocked out by a kick.
But where is he now? Did they imprison him? Shouldn't he be in the school infirmary right now?
He tried hard to open his eyes, but it didn't improve anything; it was still pitch dark, and he couldn't move his hands and feet. Linen ropes tightly bound his limbs.
Someone had grabbed him.
The sound of the iron door and the floor rubbing against each other screeched, making people want to dig the sharp noise out of their ears.
"Awake?" A young man's voice spoke up.
Abbas didn't answer but waited for his eyes to adapt to the light leaked through the door gap.
