He awoke to the sound of water.
"Where am I?" he mumbled. Xiajun could feel himself floating as if he was in a dream. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was still asleep in his room.
As his vision cleared, he realized that he was, in fact, not dreaming. The sound of water came from around him and it took him only seconds to realize that he was immersed in darkness.
"Hey!" he called, a hint of terror in his voice now as he swam around in the darkness, unable to wrap his head around any of this. Then his back touched something hard— a wall — and it slowly dawned upon him as he felt his way around, that there was only one place he could be: A well.