Upon opening my eyes, I find myself in a room, resting on a bed. The place was covered in dust, indicating that it had not been utilized for some time. Every part of me hurt, which was to be expected since I had been launched straight through a windshield. I try to get up.

While I am positioned against the headboard, I become aware of the pain on my skin and the fact that my legs are bound to the floor. I attempt to break it, but I can't, and the silver scorches my hand. I let out a ...