陈东眯着眼， hashes in his mind for a moment. That voice... had i known it was that of his dear sassy sister-in-law, he wouldn't have been so irate. He would have rather endured a bit longer in this inexplicable place. Now? He had a feeling that the situation had just worsened.

"Are you awake, you shackled fool?" The voice, sharp and explicitly feminine, echoed and rebounded through the obscure space, making it difficult to pinpoint where it came from.

Panic surged through Pensen. He knew that voice! It was, without a doubt, Qingying, his sister-in-law, known for her sharp tongue and equally sharp wit. Could it be... she was here too? The thought sent a chill down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold. Qingying would never stoop so low as to trap someone, yet here they were, fitting the description perfectly.

"What happened to me? Where am I?" Pensen demanded, his voice hoarse from disuse. He attempted to sit up, his body protesting with aches he hadn't known he possessed.