where are you?

This is one of the few questions you felt jogging through your head. One of the few things that jostled other questions about little things. To put it short... You had no idea where you were. It could've been a storage shed... A very large storage shed perhaps, or maybe an abandoned cabin. This place was cluttered, boxes, papers, crates, old dolls... They all seemed to be shoved into this place, like someone wanted to forget about it all. And then, the faint sound of music hits your ears, you found your feet moving before you could think... And there it was, an old vinyl player buzzing the soft tune of Swan Lake. It was entrancing, perfect... You walk up to it, your gaze watching the moonlight seep in through a boarded up window, noticing how the dust seemed to make everything shine... You wanted nothing more then to brush your finger against the vinyl as the soothing song continued, until... Footsteps. Your head whipped up, and in the shadows, you saw... Him.

"You seem real disheveled there."