The cold light filled the confinement room, making even a healthy complexion appear pale and gaunt; even the most fit body would seem like a skeletal doll under the pale light's invasion.
After the Mentor left, Ji Minghuan got up and walked over to the table, taking the tray back to the front of the TV.
He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, watching the animation "Neon Genesis Evangelion" while eating the toast and baguette from the tray.
No idea how long it had been, just as he finished the food and dusted the crumbs from his palms, a sudden rumbling noise echoed in his ears.
The door at the entrance was opened once again.
Ji Minghuan, legs crossed and hands around his ankles, glanced curiously to the side, only to see a figure that, at first glance, was neither boy nor girl.
If one had to find an appropriate word to describe, it would be "tomboy," right?
