Luhan felt his head pulse as he turned over groggily. A cold sensation prickled his milky skin as his jaw fell slack. his dry, cracked lips he felt bile form in his throat as he rolled around, almost onto his face, meeting cold stone.

Forcing his eye’s open, he felt them sting in the dull, grey light. Choking slightly he leaned upwards slightly. His body felt heavy as he slowly forced his body into a slouching position. His shoulders and head both rolled forward, gazing with burning eyes at the grey slabs of the small room.

Lifting his arm slowly upwards he felt his muscled tremble from exhaustion. Lacing his fingers through his hair he felt his fingers grow numb from the completely average task.

Searing pain laced through his veins. Wincing he gazed at his dirt caked arm and felt his throat catch. Immediately bile came up to meet his mouth as he felt his body tremble violently in revulsion. A thick, black symbol laced across the inside of his wrist. Shakily he ran his fingers of the burning skin. A tattoo. Somebody had tattooed him. A series of lines and circles stained his once milky skin, now blackened by a thick, scrolling mark.