The innermost room, which used to store engine parts, had now been crudely turned into a temporary prison. A dim, low-wattage bulb swayed from a cobweb-strung ceiling, barely pushing back the thick darkness in the corners, yet making the mottled stains and rust on the walls all the more jarring.
Su Mu was locked in here.
She was curled up on the cold concrete floor, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with coarse hemp rope, biting into her flesh with sharp pain. A rag torn from somewhere was stuffed into her mouth, making even breathing difficult. Fear tightly gripped her heart, but she still forced her eyes wide, warily watching this unfamiliar environment. Tears swirled in her sockets, yet stubbornly refused to fall.
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