Revenge
The first thing I noticed was the dull throb in my head, pulsing like a drumbeat. My eyelids felt heavy as if they'd been glued shut.
The bed beneath me wasn't mine too soft, too unfamiliar. I blinked slowly, forcing my eyes open to take in my surroundings.
It was a dimly lit room, shadows clinging to the corners. The walls were cold stone, the air damp and thick with an unsettling silence.
No windows. Just a single door on the far side, solid and ominous, like it was meant to keep something or someone inside.
I shifted, trying to sit up, but my body protested. Every muscle ached, my limbs heavy, almost numb. Something wasn't right. I'd been drugged.
The taste of it lingered faintly on my tongue, bitter and metallic. Panic surged through me as I tried to remember what had happened.
The last thing I could recall was that strange symbol in the warehouse, the one etched into the wall behind my mother. And then nothing. Darkness.