He fluttered his eyes open as he tuned his hearing to the complete silence surrounding him. He squinted his eyes from the bright light streaming into the room and scanned the area. He was in an ivory-coloured room, and it looked more like an interrogation room with large windows all around and a chair opposite him. The atmosphere was eerily quiet. He looked down to find his hands strapped to his chair. He balled his hands into fists and tried to free them by twisting them. He noticed that he was no more wearing his ontel. His brows knitted together as he scanned every corner of the room for it.