~ Adeline ~

My head is splitting.

I feel the scent first, when I wake up. Pinewood, something wispy and floral, fresh. Nothing like what I expect.

I blink slowly, light seeping into my eyes. There's no rusted metal or cracked concrete above me, instead the ceiling is painted cream, with golden edges. The sheets I lie on are soft, crisp, and costly.

This… is not an empty warehouse.

I strain to lift myself up, hissing as the movement makes my stomach churn. The room is huge, the kind you ...