Chương 167: So Out of It

"What the fuck is that fucking stench! It reeks!"

Kwan woke up from a foul smell but his eyes were still closed. He felt a little bit groggy for some reason and couldn't recall what had actually happened earlier. He could feel that his wrists were constrained behind his back and he couldn't completely move his fingers. He only managed to focus on his sense of touch to figure out what was going on but he only figured some out by feeling the fabric tightly wrapped over his eyes. His face was pressed against something hard and rough what felt like concrete but moist.

He then hummed to himself and spoke random words. He noticed that he was in a small corned room because the sound of his voice reverberating was intense. He coughed a little at how disgusting the smell was. He was sure it wasn't trash because he knew better than anyone else what that smelled like. No. This was different. It smelled something so familiar to a dead rat but stronger. 

"Don't tell me..."