When Yan Meilin's eyelids fluttered open, darkness greeted her. Her vision blurred before slowly sharpening, the faint outline of cracked walls and a damp ceiling looming above her.
She tried to move, but a harsh clinking sound stopped her. Cold iron bit into her skin. Her wrists and ankles were bound tightly with heavy chains, each link nailed to the floor, leaving her no room to move.
"What the hell...."
Where was she? What was going on?
Her brows furrowed deeply. The last thing she remembered was the sting of the blade slicing across her wrist and her desperate attempts to look into the future. However, she had failed miserably.
"Yu Lin!" she called out sharply, her voice echoing in the empty room. "Yu Lin! Who is there? Who brought me here?" she shouted for a long time, but there was no sound.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She called again, louder this time, her voice cracking. "Yu Lin! Where are you? Answer me!"
There was nothing but silence.
