C196 Flee from Death

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The sounds of coughing echoed intermittently from the depths of the seemingly bottomless humanoid pit. Moments later, a bloodstained, scarred hand emerged from within.

The next instant...

Yang Fann struggled to climb out, a picture of utter dishevelment. His clothing hung in tatters, with hardly a patch of skin left unscathed