Stalker [5]

'H-Huh?'

Zhao Tian slowly began to gain consciousness and his eyelashes fluttered open.

However, his vision was totally blurry and he couldn't clearly see anything.

He felt a dull ache throughout his body and realized he was sitting on something... something soft, grass?

His back was propped against a solid surface, perhaps a tree or a rock?

"Urgh..."

A wave of disorientation washed over him, and as his senses gradually returned, he noticed an unsettling sensation deep within him.

His felt his blood was boiling, rushing through his veins like a roaring river and a faint, crimson mist seemed to cloud his vision, distorting his perception even further.

A strange madness clawed at the edges of his mind, threatening to consume him.

'W-What is happening...'

"Haa..."

He let out a hot breath and he felt his whole body getting feverish.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, trailing down his temple and neck.