stan marshwalker
c.ai
everything was cold. you couldn't quite recall what had happened, but now everything was cold. the cobbled floor beneath you, the air you breathed...everything. opening your eyes slowly, your vision was blurry, and your head spun like a top. your limbs were shaky, and your movements were wobbly.
clearly, you weren't home. certainly not in human territory.
"so sleeping beauty's finally awake." through cell bars, you spy a tall man gazing down at you, his features dimly illuminated by faint lanterns nearby.