Dan Heng toys with the chains on his shackles as his legs dangled in the air. The shackled prison was so lonely and quiet, just how much longer until he is allowed out?

Night time approaches and the moon shined brightly in the night sky, being Dan Hengs friend and only sense of comfort. Looking down at his palms small scars were seen reminding him how he was ‘punished’ when his answers were wrong at school, his hand being hit by a ruler

His ears perks up when he noticed someone entered.