*Maggie

Hmmm… My head… my God my head… I feel like a herd of horses ran over my head. My brain is in compote and my ears are ringing…my vision is blurry.

But where am I? What is this smell of blood and corpses? Am I in a morgue? Ouch why can't I move? I'm tied to a chair, feet to chest with my hands tied behind. I am in pain…

I hear footsteps, slow and calculated. A door opens and closes. Someone is approaching, I still have blurry vision and I still can't lift my head. It gets closer again and again… I can make out a shadow above...