Eyes opened, breath quickened.

Hell bubbled up from the pit of his stomach as his groggy mind floated back to its hellish surface. Dark spots before his eyes burned away as the soft light illuminating the gloom allowed him to a moment of dizzy imbibement of the light. His drunken eyes swooned and flinched even at this low level of intensity, the hard surface beneath him distressingly cold as his body trembled in a rush of both chill and sudden awareness of surroundings to which it did not fall asleep to.

“What… where am I?” He asked, foggy brain catching up to the current predicament even as his fingers traced against the cold stone. Looking down upon his hands the young man’s breath caught in his throat. “My clothes… where…” Groggy and confused he continued to stare at the world around himself.

There was nothing but the gloom of the room in which he’d woken.

Try as he might, he could remember little other than the rush of music, the tangle and laughter of friends, and the bitter sweetness of alcohol which bit into his blood.

His still sleep fogged mind reeled as he tried to make sense of these new surroundings. His eyes