In the pitch-dark broken house,
the walls were crawling with dampness and mold, as if even the air was contaminated. The dim candlelight illuminated only a small portion of the floor, most of the space filled with darkness.
The environment here was just like a rat hole.
The stench of rot and mold invaded his nostrils, and Rajesh, bound to a chair with hemp rope, slowly opened his eyes.
Memories from before he passed out flooded into his mind like a tide, and he instinctively struggled fiercely, but it only caused a squeaking noise without any effect.
He raised his head, squinted through the dim light, and barely made out the figure standing in front of him.
It was none other than the young man who had found him earlier, saying he was going to take him to see the boss of this street.
Now it seemed...
he had probably been sold out.
