Xia Xin struggled to open his eyes, but could only manage a slit.
Through that slit, he saw something facing the kitchen; it seemed like a sewing machine, with someone sitting in front of it, pulling on a long cloth-like thing.
But that thing was dragging from the sewing machine to the floor, where it appeared that some red liquid was flowing.
Seeing this scene, Xia Xin's hair stood on end, he opened his mouth wanting to speak, but no sound came out.
Suddenly, he smelled a strong fishy odor mixed with a scent of... alcohol.
This combined smell was very reminiscent of the smell of a sealed room.
In that instant, Xia Xin's eyes shot open, and he became fully awake, sitting up abruptly on the couch.
The next second, the person sitting in front of the sewing machine suddenly looked over.
Xia Xin met a pair of pitch-black eyes.
Those eyes had no whites at all, only deep darkness, and at the corners, some kind of liquid seemed to be seeping out, flowing down the cheeks.
