Prison Doomsday (1)
Chu Yi felt that his head was swollen and painful with a pervasive feeling of weakness and his chest was filled with a strong throbbing. It took a moment before he was able to breathe smoothly.
When he opened his eyes again, he was blinded by the glaring white light and it took a moment for his pupils to focus.
At this moment he was standing before a window of a cramped room in a tall tower. The room was bare and there was only a single bed with a damp and cold blanket, a piece of mouldy bread on the table and a phone. Besides this, there were no other clues that could be inferred.
Chu Yi was wearing a stiffly pressed black military uniform, with a black baton on his waist and a black pin with the title warden engraved on it. His delicate skin against the black cloth appeared even more translucent.