"You look so useless compared to that peasant child with the surname Omorie." The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the air, followed by a heavy thud as someone hit the ground. The tension in the room grew thick, the sudden violence abruptly shattering any sense of calm.
Hundao woke up to a voice he wished he could forget. The ground beneath him was cold and muddy, soaking through his clothes as he slowly pushed himself upright. His head spun with confusion, and he couldn't shake off the strange, dizzy feeling that clung to him.
'What's happening to me?' he wondered, his thoughts heavy and slow. 'Am I dreaming right now? The last thing I remember was hitting a sandbag, and then out of nowhere, I felt this strange numbness, like it started deep inside my soul and spread everywhere.'
