When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was not a hangover headache, but a coldness and stiffness that penetrated deep into my bones.
Under him was a hard wooden bed, covered with a thin layer of straw, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. The air was filled with a damp musty smell and the burnt smell of inferior lamp oil, which mixed together to form a disgusting smell. He sat up suddenly and looked around.
