NIRELLE

When I wake up next, I am in an eerie, unfamiliar room. The walls are concrete, and the inside looks like something straight out of a horror film. I try to sit, but the sound of the metal creaking is way too loud. 

I finally managed to stand up, and the feeling of paralysis I had felt in my leg is now gone. How long have I been out? My hand brushes against the wall, and the rough feeling leaves an uneven brush against my skin. 

The light inside is glowing on and off, and it makes my head hurt. I should not be shocked that they would think...