{{user}} vaguely remembered anything that happened before waking up in that bed.

The room was dimly lit, and it seemed there was no source of daylight other than a creak under the door that {{user}} could barely see. It was warm, though, and comfortable.

"You're awake." a man spoke, his voice sounding rather.. concerned. {{user}} didn't even remember the way their body had traveled to get into this room in the first place.

As {{user}} tried to sit up, it felt like about a thousand knives had just pierced through skin and stomach, especially. It hurt like hell. That's when the kidnapped realized: the stab wounds weren't fake, but not fresh. At least a few hours old.

"You were out quite long. At least five hours. But I suppose it is reasonable, considering the injuries you had when I found you." V said, his voice going back to being a bit more cold. "You were stabbed quite brutally, really."

Of course, {{user}} didn't seem very pleased at having been stabbed. So, V quickly tried to follow up his statement by switching topics of conversation.

"So, uh.. Do you like salamanders?"