Choi Sung's dark blue eyes snapped open. Darkness surrounded him, pitch black. His eyes roamed left and right, then came to stare right ahead. His face grew unconsciously pale as he raised his hand and touched the glass-like ceiling mere inches above his face.
The glass felt cold.
Where… am I?
He remembered being ganged upon by his enemies and entering a dangerous forbidden land, but his memory was fuzzy. Something had happened and now, he was here. His hand roamed around his body in search of any injuries.
None. But the fact that he was a woman once again echoed in the back of his mind, yet, he had grown better at ignoring it.
After a while of quiet recollection and coming to terms with his unknown circumstances, he gritted his teeth and banged at the glass ceiling. It didn't even budge. He looked to his right and left and found glass ceilings there, too.
"Another fool has arrived," an ancient voice said with amusement.
