The wetness of the cave's rocky surface gave off a smell of musk and mold in the air. Well, only if there was air. Literally, I knew there was. If there were not, I would have been dropped dead. After all, no human could live through a lack of oxygen. But trust me, it was suffocating.
I felt like being heated alive inside the hole of this mountain, with the blazing sun outside and the murder of gusts of winds. Rivulets of sweat trickling down my widow's peak, dripping like a broken, leaking tap alongside my jawline. I might not have seen it, but I could sense its movement as it had fun playing slide on my skin. Even with the electric fan that I held right up till it almost touched my face, the sweats still refused to behave. My inner shirt was drenched as if I was taking a shower with it,
