When Zhihao woke up, his head was planning on murdering him, or at least, that was what he felt as the light pierced his eyes and even sitting up caused him a headache.
He looked around only to find that he had no idea where in the hell he was.
It looked like a bedroom, but it was certainly not Zhihao's.
He sat up and held his head in pain as he tried to remember what happened. The last thing he could remember was passing out when that man took off his mask. It was a pity that he didn't even get to see the man's face before passing out.