I feel like molten lava is burning my brain as I wake up painfully. I grit my teeth, trying to find a more comfortable position when I hear the chain rattle.

Taking a breath of anxiety, I open my eyes hastily, triggering me a violent nausea. My mind is muddled, and I have a hard time thinking coherently, however, I try to analyze where I am with my blurred gaze.

There are large windows covered by thick red velvet curtains that only a few scattered rays of light manage to pierce. ...