Jackson POV

　　My head hurt badly as I tried opening my eyes. The night was dark and I could feel the cold breeze against my skin. I looked around the unfamiliar place. It looked scary and quiet. Images of unfamiliar men hang on the wall, the room looked nice and carefully decorated but I still had an eerie feeling.

　　"Where am I? The last thing I remember was fighting Marcus," I thought.

　　I was just about standing from the wooden bed when the door crept ...