Xu Ling, who was dragged out of the cell, did not struggle. Perhaps she had already prepared for this, or maybe she was too numb.
The long-forgotten sky was still murky, the lead-gray clouds immutable, like a static oil painting.
The unchanging landscape since her birth had suddenly taken on a desolate feeling.
This world seemed like a cage, encompassing her brief life.
Chilly gusts of wind swept through the empty streets, causing eerie noises. The rough dwellings on both sides of the street showed no signs of inhabitation, and only from a three-story pavilion nearby, intermittent moans of pain from unidentifiable genders could be heard.
"The boss is really energetic!" A guard commented enviously, looking towards the distant pavilion.
"There's not much else to do in this hellhole!"
Another guard licked his lips, an envious look on his face as well.
The two crossed the street and walked towards the pavilion.
