Armin woke up in a dim room, very confused. He didn’t know where he was or what was going on, but he did know a few things. He knew he had been drugged, as his head felt foggy, and his vision was blurry. He also knew he was tied down to the chair he was sitting in, he couldn’t call out as he was gagged. He wasn’t exactly scared yet, but he was on edge.

He tensed up again when he saw the door to the room open up slightly, squinting at the sudden brightness.