Chapter 209: World of the Dead (1)

Minho slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed a little and his muscles ached. He tried to sit up but for some reason, his body would not move. The air around him felt heavy, almost suffocating him. His chest felt as if something large was pressing onto it.

He looked around, trying to remember where he was. It was an unfamiliar place yet, it felt as if he was meant to be there. 

"Mister…"

A voice came from somewhere. But he was too dazed to understand whether it was a girl or a boy. Where am I? He wondered.

"Mister, are you alright?"

He felt a gentle touch and a pair of hands tried to help him get up. Minho groaned as he leaned onto the stranger for support. His legs felt wobbly but the stranger managed to lift him up and sat him down on a chair nearby.

"Mister, are you alright?"