"Young Master, wake up."
HAA—
A faint, ethereal female voice echoed in his ears. Li Ang took a sharp breath and opened his eyes.
An unfamiliar ceiling. Where is this?
He quickly looked around and found himself lying in bed, in a rather peculiar room.
The ceiling was almost three meters high, too high to reach even if he jumped. It was embedded with square LED light strips, and a surveillance camera was installed in the corner. The room was about 20 square meters. The walls, floor, door, and even the headboard and footboard of the bed he lay on, were all padded with a layer of sponge covered in white fibrous fabric.
Most importantly, he wore a special restraint suit. His arms were crossed in front of him, and the gloves on his fingers were tightly sewn to the suit, making it difficult to break free. He also wore a plastic gag that pressed against his jaw, preventing his mouth from closing.
Is this... a psychiatric hospital?
