Chen Xiao slowly opened his eyes.
He was quite familiar with this feeling, somewhat like amnesia, coma, deep sleep, or waking up after being knocked unconscious by something—it was all the same sensation.
Only this time, what he saw wasn't any ceiling but several steel supports, and above that, the dark ceiling.
Chen Xiao shook his still groggy head, and with that shake, a surge of pain emanated from the back of his head. He instinctively reached back to touch it...well, without even thinking, he could guess—blood.
At that moment, he vaguely remembered that he should have been closing up the coffee shop, finished the last piece of cake, then walked along the alley towards his apartment, and then...
"Well, it looks like someone played a dirty trick on me," he said with an extremely pained expression.
