Cell Prison: Series

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows across the floor. Li Yang abruptly opened his eyes. The dazzling white light made him raise a hand to shield them. A sharp headache struck, and he let out a muffled groan, his long fingers sinking deep into the soft bedding. He slowly sat up. His short black hair was tousled from sleep, and a few strands fell across his smooth forehead. The mirror reflected a handsome, delicate face, that of someone around eighteen or nineteen. His pale complexion gave him a somewhat sickly look, but his amber eyes were unusually bright, now flickering with confusion and unease. He looked down at his lean yet sturdy frame and saw that he was wearing an unfamiliar dark blue pajama set.