When Tae opened his eyes, Lei was smirking at him, just like the last time and the time before. That look meant trouble and he knew a fist was coming. For the last week, he had been in some cold place but with a warm fire and kitchen. Half-starved to death too, for the kitchen, contained nothing but two packets of noodles. Nothing else. No bottled water. No fridge, no appliances whatsoever- he figured he was in some cabin in some mountain.
He showered once, for he did not see or feel the need to and if he had taken a second bath, he would be dead now for the water had ran out. And he was alone- no Jon now. He counted the hours for there was nothing else left to do- unless you checked the people standing around the cabin. He tried to leave once and he was shoved back indoors- not asked pol
