The first thing Heaven saw when she opened her eyes was the dark ceiling and the broken, dusty chandelier that hung from it. It was covered with spider webs, as if it hadn't been used for ages.
Heaven sat up slowly; her movements causing the bed to make a creaking sound. Her eyes searched the dimly lit room she was in. It looked gloomy and uninviting. The furniture was old and dusty, and looked as if it would collapse anytime soon. Mold ate away at the damp freckled walls and floor, and she could hear insects crawling around. Where was she?
Suddenly pain shot down her neck, and she reached for it only to feel wetness on her fingers.
Blood.
Gradually, her memories came back to her. The dead body. The skeleton hands. It was him, the silver-eyed stranger.
