Ema blinked twice and rubbed her eyes to get rid of the foggy vision. Her first attempt to sit failed, for the lump at the back of her head, was pulsing badly. The pain at her elbow had also surfaced, but those of her palms were much excruciating than she last remembered.
Where am I? She asked as she finally sat, amid the stinging sensation that surged through every corner of her body. It was a small room, with tattered curtains hanging on every side. Despite the large opening on the door, the air that stirred into the room was not enough to drive away from the metallic stench. There were some metal boxes at her right, and each of them had picked up a bag of dust that can swallow the index finger. Nothing about the room gave way to the location or the place she was.
