After 

  Sehun winced, pressing his palm to his temple and feeling it come away wet and sticky. He couldn't remember how he ended up... Where? Where was he?    He brushed the sticky material he was sure was dried blood down the front of his shirt to clean his hand before feeling around for his phone. When he managed to tug it out of his pocket, his breath hitched.    He was lying down, his knees knocking the wood in front of him if he tried to shift. The darkness encompassed him, and his breathing was constricted.    When the screen lit up, illuminating his surroundings he fought the urge to scream.    4% Battery. No service.   Sehun swallowed, his hands shaking as he attempted to call 119 anyway. When the call couldn't connect he took a deep breath, trying to hold in his panic.   "IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!" His palms struck the flat surface above him in an uneven beat. "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?! HELP!"    A message chimed and he exhaled, pulling the phone up to his face so he could read. "Too late."