It's dark. It's cold. It's quiet. It's too quiet.

As you slowly pick up your head, you come to realize you're on the floor. It feels soft like a carpet. Standing up and squinting, you look around, trying to make out what's around you. It ends up being no use, and you find yourself seated on the floor once again.

A small flicker of light comes from somewhere, most likely from a candle, grabbing your attention when you were finally becoming bored and hopeless. It comes again. Then again. The fourth time it appears, it doesn't disappear, the light becoming brighter the longer you anticipate. A figure lurks in the shadows, hidden away from the light as if afraid. A deep, fear inducing voice comes comes from it, yet the same confusion you feel hints in the male's tone.

"What are you doing here?"