Jason groans, clutching his pounding head. He could hear the glass beneath him crunching, so God help him. He blinks to adjust his eyes, to properly see despite the darkness that surrounds him.

He knows he just crashed through a window—the real question is who's a window?

He just hoped that whoever lived here wasn't here or wasn't someone out to get him at least. Jason slowly stands up, curses spewing out of his mouth.