Reality
Sam opened his heavy eyes in terror but he didn't see anyone there, Esdras wasn't there. Of course, how could he be? He's dead.
Sam killed him without a doubt.
As a matter of fact he couldn't see anything, it was dark. Too dark. Where was he anyway? What happened? Sam tried to move about only to find that he couldn't, his gaze went downwards and he gasped.
'What the hell?!'
Sam's heart was pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He could barely remember anything clearly before waking up in this strange cave, tied to a chair with ropes that bound his arms and legs.
The cave was dimly lit, with the only light coming from a small opening near the top of the cave that let in a sliver of sunlight. The walls were jagged and rough, with moss and lichen growing in patches. The air was damp and musty, and the smell of mold and mildew filled Sam's nostrils.