After a brief period of unconsciousness, I woke up. I tried my hands and feet, finding only my hands were bound. Keeping my eyes tightly shut, I lay still, listening intently to my surroundings.
My nose pressed against the ground, a strong scent of dampness filled the air. Beneath me was unfinished concrete, and any slight movement would grind the fine sand against it. I waited quietly for a while to make sure there was no one around before attempting to get up. The ropes behind me tied me to a column, greatly diminishing my mobility. However, it seemed my captor wasn't worried about me escaping, taking only basic measures to restrain me. Did they underestimate me?
I thought silently to myself. But then again, it was no surprise. I didn't even notice the intruder; with only this much skill, how could I expect others to take me seriously? Feeling annoyed, I realized I was captured because of my inadequate skills.
