"Ah…" Wenzhi let out a sharp, ragged groan, his hand flying instantly to his abdomen as a white-hot spike of pain shot through his core.
For a moment his mind was blank.
Then it came back.
Jiang Zhaohe, the glowing blue energy blade, the cold betrayal.
His eyes snapped open only to be blinded by harsh white lights overhead.
He squinted hard, breathing unevenly before his vision adjusted.
A cell.
The walls were smooth silver metal, seamless from floor to ceiling, the kind built for containment.
Wenzhi let out a heavy breath. "Fuck."
His eyes immediately caught the security camera mounted at the top corner, aimed directly at him.
His freckled face twisted faintly as he pressed one hand against the wall and forced himself upright, his other hand still clutching his stomach.
The movement sent a sharp stab of pain through him.
He grunted low in his throat.
The moment he took a step toward the sealed door, something dragged.
Heavy.....
Wenzhi frowned and looked down.
