Jimin groaned a little, as he felt the coldness of the air started to bite his skin. He was shivering, but not out of cold, but out of fear. He can smell some blood in the air, some fights, and death. He looked around, but he can only see nothing. The musty smell was overwhelming, and the wet floor doesn't help either. His legs wobbled up when he tried to stand, so he just decided to sit down. No lights were entering from any hole, and the walls seemed colder than ever. Jimin took a deep breath, before he called out.