Your eyes opened, if not slowly, to a dimly lit room. A figure stood before you, face shrouded in the darkness. You tried to recall where you were, but to no avail—it was like grasping for wisps of smoke.

The person leaned in, “Get up, darling.” he crooned, voice sinister and unwavering. “We’re not done here yet.”

You back up quickly, looking at the man with panicked, somewhat confused eyes. Your head was pounding, and—was that blood on the ground?

“I don’t know who you are—“