"Ugh..." Ishiki's head was hurting as if someone was driving a screw driver through his temple and twisting it.
His stomach convulsed and his body jerked up trying to stand up... but he couldn't.
"Ouch..." There was a sharp pain across his wrists and ankles. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a simple white ceiling.
A single strip light ran across its center, diffused behind frosted glass, producing a light that was neither warm nor cold.
He observed it for a measured interval. Then attempted to move his right hand once again.
But indeed like before he could not move them... he twisted his neck and saw that his hands were restrained with reinforced chains made from some black ore instead of Metal.
His legs were in the same condition, except that his left leg had a thick plaster on it.
He was restrained at four points, spread out on a bed like some... maniac?
He looked at the ceiling again.
