JICA Headquarters.
"Knock! Knock!
Standing at the center of the room, Zhang Hehua was naked.
She felt her heart pounding like a drum.
She was very anxious.
"Huff!"
She kept feeling like the air was getting thicker, making every breath a struggle.
Four strange black candles were placed on the floor, burning with eerie pale green flames.
They formed a square around her, with her standing right at the center.
Though there wasn't a breath of wind in the room, the candle flame seemed alive, gently flickering from time to time.
The original light in the room was still alright.
But ever since those candles were lit, the surrounding seemed swallowed by darkness, with only the area within a meter of the candles still illuminated.
Zhang Hehua felt the layer of pale yellow ointment on her skin alternating between cold and warm.
The sensation of alternating between icy and fiery made her extremely uncomfortable.
