A dark hovel.
The surrounding walls are covered with moisture and mildew, which seems to pollute the air. The dim candle lit only a small part of the ground, and most of the space was filled with darkness.
The environment here is like a rat hole.
The rotten and musty smell penetrated the tip of his nose, and Rajesh, who was tied to the chair with hemp rope, slowly opened his eyes.
The memory before the coma poured into his mind like a flood. He struggled subconsciously, but it didn't have any effect except for causing a squeak.
He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and barely looked through the dim light