Mason POV

 Distant whispers pull me from the darkness.

 They sound soft and muffled, like voices underwater.

  My head throbs, like someone is using a hammer to pound my skull.

 I wince, forcing my eyelids open. At first, everything is blurry.

  I blink severally before my vision clears. Rough walls stare back at me. They are cracked and the plaster is peeling in strips. A single bulb ...