Quinn Lin awoke feeling a sharp headache.
His head seemed to throb from the pain, almost as if he had been hit with a bat or some blunt object. Letting out a pained grunt, Quinn struggled his eyelids open to try to figure out what had happened. His last memories were fuzzy and his body was stiff and numb.
What happened to me? he wondered.
Holding onto his right hand, Quinn looked around with difficulty, but was met with a surprise.
Everything was dark.
Not the slightest light was visible around him. Everything was a pitch black accompanied by a cold and somewhat suffocating air.
Confused, he held his aching head and immediately noticed dampness.
What is this?
Is it... blood?
Why the hell do I have blood on my head?
Ugh! Fuck, it hurts!
It was clearly a blow.
He had blood on his head from some kind of blow.
But how? Quinn didn't remember getting hit... no, wait a second. Frowning in an effort to remember, slowly the memories of the last thing that happened began to flood his thoughts.
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