Be Gone, TOT!

Half-kneeling inside the cold, concrete prison cell, Luo Chen felt a strange sensation coursing through him, beyond the swollen eyeballs that kept twitching uncontrollably.

A hollow ache spread from his chest to his fingertips, making even the smallest movement feel like wading through mud.

He blinked repeatedly, his lips slightly parted and trembling, the lower one quivering with barely suppressed panic. His throat constricted with each labored swallow, the dry click audible in the silence of his cell.

His wide, bloodshot eyes darted around the room as he listened to the loud, erratic thumping of his heartbeat, the pulse visible at his temples. Sweat poured from his body for no discernible reason, soaking through his dark blue uniform with white stripes until it clung to him like a second skin.

Droplets formed at his hairline, trickling down his ashen face, leaving cool trails that made him shudder involuntarily.

TAP...

TAP...

TAP...