After Death at the Age of Twenty-Seven

A young man woke up leisurely, feeling sore all over his body. This was a dark space. He groped around with his hands, feeling cold to the touch and feeling that the space was very narrow, like a long box. It was just big enough for one person to lie down, and he touched the clothes on his body. They were as smooth as silk. He tapped his hand on the wall. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.