Corinna

As I begin to gain consciousness, I can't help but flinch at the sharp and heavy pounding in my head. Why the hell am I always either being knocked or falling unconscious?

When I eventually manage to force my eyes open, I scan them around the cold basement with chipped brick walls, wooden beams, the grey floor is full of old water stains near a washer and dry is sitting in the corner, and an old, torn orange sofa sits under the wooden stairs.

A light bulb hangs from one of the wooden beams on the ceiling but it's off, the only light is coming from a door with...