Groggily, eyes fluttered open.
A wave of unprecedented fatigue surged from his heart, leaving his body sore and limp, devoid of any strength to move.
Lin Xin's vision slowly shifted from blurred to clear.
Before him was a black ceiling and walls etched with mysterious symbols.
He felt himself lying on a very soft, large bed.
He tried to move his arm slightly.
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed, as if his arm hadn't moved for years, rigid to the extreme. Even bending it was strenuous.
The rest of his body was the same, powerless to move, completely stiff.
With a slight movement, a series of crackling sounds followed.
"You're awake?" came a frail, feminine voice from a corner of the room.
Lin Xin turned his face, hearing a crack from his neck and feeling his whole head shake.
He saw that he was in a black metal room, square in shape, not big, but exquisitely decorated, with all kinds of furniture. Thick black carpets lined the floor and the walls.
