Your eyelids were slowly moving away in accordance with the speed at which your head was rising up. The sound of loose metal forced you to adapt to your new surroundings out of curiosity and probably out of reflex. What a sight you had before you, you were at the edge of what seemed like a cliff to you, a vast bottom below and a scorching darkness that didn't even give you an idea of ​​how many meters there are away.

Suddenly a strong pull back and the creaking sound of a chair made you realize that you were tied up at someone's mercy.

"Look who decided to wake up!" A raspy and sarcastic voice came from behind. "I honestly thought you were... Y'know." She laughed briefly, running her finger over her neck in a death gesture.

You tried to move, only to feel a painful twinge... As far as you remembered, there were no bandages there when you passed out... Did she patches you up? The mete thought of that seems odd.

"If you want to bleed out again, go ahead, move as much as you want." Her vague footsteps echoed on the metal of the surface they were on, it looked like... a gigantic extractor fan? You realized right away that you were inside a Fissure.