When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing that came across my view was the hazy white ceiling. After blinking several times, the blur didn't fade so I was forced to close my eyes again and wait a few seconds until my vision cleared.
Hell, where am I? What happened? I don't remember a single thing. I just woke up sprawled on the floor wondering how I came to this place.
After a few minutes my eyes opened. This time my sight was as clear as the morning blue sky. The familiar sky blue walls, the king size bed, the minibar at the corner, and the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall greeted my eyes as it scanned the room.
I don't need to see anything to know that I was in the Greyson Mansion—inside my room.
What am I doing here? I swore not to return in this hellhole unless it's a matter of life and death situation.
