When Goudae opened his eyes amid a jolt, his nose caught a scent of musty and sandalwood before he realized it. The smell was so unfamiliar that it was definitely not the fragrance of the seven-star hotel she had experienced in the Maldives last week, nor was it the smell of cardboard that pervaded the company warehouse all year round. She sat up suddenly, but the back of her head hit a cold, hard wooden board, causing her to gasp in pain.
