Sheng Jiaoyang woke up in pain, finding the feeling seemingly familiar. However, it was so dark that she would’ve thought she was in a dream if the pain in her neck wasn’t reminding her that it was real.

"Hello?!" she shouted.

All she could hear was her echo, nothing else.

Everything was pitch-black before her eyes, and she couldn’t find her glasses.

She didn't know where she was. This place was dark, quiet, and cold like a basement.

Who’d brought her here? Why had they kidnapped her?

"Hello, is anyone there?"

"Someone, please come!"

"Is anyone there or not?!"

…

After shouting for a long time without receiving any response, Sheng Jiaoyang felt a penetrating chill seeping into her bones.

People who hadn’t been locked up in a small dark room before would never know how terrible it felt to be confined in such conditions. Things like an unknown fate and endless darkness in the empty and cold environment became factors that destroyed one’s willpower.

As time slowly passed, minute by minute, Sheng Jiaoyang’s rationality began to wander until it was on the brink of collapsing.

At that moment, she suddenly heard squeaking, which seemed to be coming from...