The hand lacked the warmth of the living, covered with calluses and hard scabs.
There was dirt under its fingernails, which appeared to have been gnawed at; their edges were unevenly chipped.
In utter darkness and silence, that hand became the sole source of information for Gao Ming.
"Deprived of hearing and sight, the madmen in the Black Cellar feel the world with their hands, even though their world might be just an abandoned cellar."
Suddenly, his fingers were gripped in return, and Gao Ming felt as if he had been caught by a beast; a tremendous force dragged him deeper into the Black Cellar.
Protecting his head, Gao Ming had completely lost his sense of direction; minutes later, he tumbled into the mud.
Darkness still enveloped him, silent as ever. Gao Ming got up from the ground and walked randomly in a direction, taking several steps without encountering any stone walls.
"Where am I?"
