I'm unsure of how much time has passed.
Inside the second floor warehouse of the Boss Cat Restaurant, it seemed fairly dim. A few faint rays of light at the window barely penetrated the thick rain curtain and window curtains, casting scattered spots of light on the ground.
It did not resemble a traditional storage room, but rather a covert room. The room depended only on a few dimly-lit chandeliers for light, with every sturdy wooden floorboard seeming heavy and time-tested.
In the middle of the room, a man was tied up in a metal chair. His body leaning forward, he hangs his head slightly, his eyes tightly closed, his cheeks pale. His hands and feet were firmly bound with thick ropes. His dark clothes, under the dim light, were dusted with a clear layer of dust, as though he had been dragged over the ground.