Siheyuan: When I Was Bullied, the Beasts Knelt Down and Begged for Mercy.

It was a moment of separation from the depths of consciousness, like being pulled out of a cold, thick quagmire. My limbs ached, and my lungs were like bellows that had been crushed. He gasped for air as the scene before him came into focus. He was lying in a strange but vaguely familiar space - gray walls and blue bricks, empty buckets and dusty newspapers piled in the corners, a flickering incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling, its cold light like the waxy chill reflected from the corpse, making people shiver.