A faint groan could be heard.
Caroline slowly opened her eyes and found herself sitting on the ground, surrounded by darkness and a stifling heat, like a workshop - the kind that's a rudimentary factory converted from a residential house.
Nearby were many beakers, test tubes, alcohol lamps, and other things, an unbearable smell wafting into her nose, like a mixture of hospital disinfectant and gasoline.
Caroline suddenly came back to her senses, clearly seeing her ankles bound with plastic ties, her hands were treated similarly: they were tied behind her back.
Caroline struggled vigorously - but her struggling body quickly stopped because her sight caught something terrifying once again.
No doubt, she saw Arno - Arno was hanging at that moment.
His feet had to tiptoe, barely touching the ground. He hung his head down, with hair disheveled, sweat covered his body, and several bruises were distinctly visible on his arms.
