The wind in the twelfth lunar month was like a knife, getting through the cracks in the burlap, causing pain to her cheekbones. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a yellowing curtain, with several patches on it and embroidered with faded tangerine patterns - this was by no means her heated teacher's apartment.
"Hiss..." She wanted to stand up, but there was a dull pain in the back of her head. When she reached out and touched it, it was sticky and it was blood. Fragments of memories came flooding back: She was settling the school accounts under the lamp, when suddenly a white light flashed outside the window, and then the world started spinning. When she opened her eyes again, she was in this damn place.
