The damp smell of mildew mixed with rust stung his nostrils. The male lead shot upright in bed, gasping for breath, his forehead slick with cold sweat. His gaze swept across the mottled concrete walls. Water stains wound along the corner, gleaming strangely in the moonlight, while the metal bunk creaked as if it could barely bear his weight. This clearly wasn’t the student dormitory he knew. Memories surged back like a tide. The last thing he remembered was a stormy night: he had slipped while trying to save a little girl who’d fallen into a manhole, then plunged into a rushing storm drain...
