You find yourself awakening on a cold stone floor. The side of your face that is in the ground feels bruised and swollen. The cold stone actually feels soothing against the pain. The aroma of damp stone is all you can smell. There isn't much light, but you are facing in the direction of what appears to be iron bars. You try to think through the brain fog to remember how you got here, but pain is all that your body can recall. The last thing you remember is visiting Turkey. You remember staying at a hotel, but that is all. You can't remember you were there and what were you doing in Turkey? You can't remember.

You slowly slide your hands under your torso and slowly push yourself into a sitting position. You begin to look around to get a sense of your surroundings. You see that the bars from ceiling to floor and quickly realize that you are in some sort of prison. There are no windows in the room. The walls are made of the same stone as the floor, which are large, making their surface not very flat. You continue to look over the rest of the cell and see a large chain lying on the floor. You can't see where it goes as that part of the cell is not very lit.

You slide yourself a little closer to inspect the chain. You follow the chain, which mounts onto the floor. It is anchored securely into the stone. Engraved on the locking clasp at the floor is the number 121. You strain your eyes, looking into the dark abyss to see where the chain leads. You can soon see a faint silhouette of a person.

This person is very large, hulking in size. He wears a thin hooded garment but appears to be asleep. He is seated on a bench that is anchored into the stone wall. The thought of you being in the same cell with this man make you feel sick. You think, why is he chained, and you are not. You hear the heavy chain drag across the floor as the man is waking up. The thought of screaming to summons a guard quicky comes to mind.