your head was splitting on the floors from the pain. It seemed that before you fell into your serene sleep, you were hit by something or something. you looked around the room you were in. It was a studio apartment, abandoned by all sorts of plants. right in front of your chair, which you saw and to which you were tied, there was a tall guy, slightly stooped, thin and pale. He had blond hair, and unshaven stubble. He was whispering something to himself.