Jiang Cheng wakes up, confused and with his head aching. He can barely move, and has only just enough awareness of what's going on around him to realize that he's lying on the hard wood floor of an unfamiliar room.
A yellow blur is staring down at him. He blinks but it stubbornly refuses to come into focus. It's a person, he thinks. Black hair, a blur of red at the center of the forehead.