Chung Myung slowly opened his eyes.

Above him, an unfamiliar ceiling, dimly lit by a faint lamp, came into view.

He lay there staring at the ceiling, blinking as he took it in before furrowing his brows slightly.

“Another old dream…”

He chuckled to himself, letting out a groan as he pushed himself upright.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

“Agh…”

A familiar yet unsettling pain surged through his entire body. His torso, and nearly every inch of his body, was tightly wrapped in bandages.

“What the…”

He reached up and felt the bandages even around his face. If they hadn’t intended to …