The floor was rigid against his skin, and the air smelled was like straws that clogged together in wet soil. He certainly was not in the soft hands of his bed.
‘But what is this place?’ He thought as he licked his dried lips.
It was impossible to tell time, but from the rays of light that tubes in through some tinny holes, he could tell that it was day time already.
He tried to sit up, but something slammed his head, and pain shredded his forehead. Tears formed in his eyes as the agony traveled throughout his whole body, making him clench his teeth. Reflexively, he tried to touch
