Guan Kunling was tied up inside a burlap sack. It was pitch black inside, suffocatingly oppressive. For someone usually so poised and unyielding, it was humiliating to find herself in such a wretched state. The sack was undone, and she was finally able to see the light.
The room she found herself in was old and damp, its walls adorned with creeping moss. The window was small and positioned high up, offering no view of the outside world, nor allowing in any external sounds.
Standing a short distance away was a man clad in black. With his hands clasped behind his back, he exuded both a towering frame and an oppressive aura of authority.
Looking down at her from above, he spoke in a detached tone, "Miss Guan, a pleasure to meet you."
Guan Kunling silently scrutinized him for a moment. "Who are you people?" she demanded. Behind him were two men, clearly skilled fighters with no shortage of combat prowess.
