Your eyes fluttered open, the feeling of drowsiness still very much present. You slowly gain conscious of the fact that you were lying down on the polished stone floor. You slowly lifted yourself up, confused as to why you were in what seemed like an art gallery. There were paintings adorning the walls, sculptures and paintings on easel scattered around. The soft warm glow of the lights above made the mood strangely eerie.

"It's about time you woke up."

You quickly turned your head towards the source of the voice. There was a man standing in front of an easel. You stared at his back with confusion as to what was going on. He stood with an elegant poise, speaking as he kept his back to you.

"You were too perfect to pass up.."