Kyle was breathing faintly as he half opened his eyes and engraved every place he saw in his mind while being dragged around like a rag. He thanked his past self for not cutting his hair because the slightly long hair hid his eyes.
He could hear small voices as he was dragged around a long narrow path.
'Ugh.. my butt and back. Can't they pick me up properly? At least respect the dead!'
With another turn, Larry left after gesturing to two of the black-haired men to take Kyle's body ahead.
Now Kyle was alone with two black-haired men. One was dragging him while the other was just walking beside the first one. Kyle thought about attacking but discarded the thought because he wasn't sure just how strong his opponents were.
His eyes darted around as he sensed Bia's presence everywhere.
'She is somewhere above. I think this place has a lot of floors.'
Kyle contemplated inwardly and stayed quiet.