Genevieve's POV

　　I slowly opened my blurry, heavy eyes, blinking them before everything became clearer. I gently tried sitting up. My head was pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer constantly, without mercy.

　　I looked around my surroundings, frowning at the unfamiliar place I was in. It looked like a decrepit, abandoned warehouse of some sort, with some huge old machines and brown, old newspapers strewn all over the concrete floor.

　　What is ...