Siheyuan: The Revenge System Is Live, and the Jia Family Cowers

The moment he broke free from the depths of consciousness felt like being dragged out of a cold, viscous swamp. His limbs ached, and his lungs felt like bellows that had been crushed. He gasped for breath as the scene before him slowly came into focus. He was lying in an unfamiliar yet hazily familiar space: gray walls and blue bricks, empty buckets and dust-covered newspapers piled in a corner. A swaying incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, its cold light carrying the waxen chill of a reflection off a corpse, making him shudder.