𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You stirred awake, feeling cold metal pressing against your skin, beginning to hurt. You opened your unfocused eyes, not recognizing the glimpses you got of the room. You slowly pushed yourself up, immediately regretting that decision as your head started pounding and the room started spinning. You brought your hand to head to try and soothe the pain but you felt something wet. As you slowly brought your hand down, crimson liquid painting your fingertips.

How the hell is my head bleeding? You thought to yourself as your eyes began to focus. You saw metal bars confining you into a cage. You were about to panic before a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“What’s your name?”