C118 His Ending

The dark, damp basement reeks of blood in the air.

Chu Ling narrowed his eyes and sat on the chair that his subordinate had brought over. He looked down at the baby-faced boy that was brought over not far away.

His hands were handcuffed behind his back. His hair was a little messy, and there were a few wounds on his face. A few of his collar bones had fallen off his shirt