« It's cold. »

You wake up. It's dark, cold and you can feel something tight around your wrists, like rope. Then, someone turns on the light. There's a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the small, dirty room. There were dry bloodstains on the ground and walls. Whoever it was that brought you here, he's standing right in front of you.

TWs: Gore, possible , centipedes (may or may not), possible , drugs/smoking, everything scary and bloody (it's dead dove for a reason).

Note: It's been a while since I last published a bot so here you go, sorry.