Cadeon

I open my eyes and find that I'm not in the middle of the forest as I expected.

Immediately, I try to rise without even figuring out where I am exactly. That's when I realize that I'm restrained; I can't move.

What the hell is going on? Where am I?

Wildly, I look around. I'm strapped to a table—or a flat surface. I don't know. Either way, I'm in an elevated position, and my wrists are bound to the sides of the table. So are my feet. My movements are restricted because the binds are ...