"It's dark and cold.
The windows are open and the breeze is coming in. I can't see anything, but I can feel the floor. It's wet, covered in a dense liquid, one that's definitely not water. It's not sticky either, but I can smell it, the stench of blood is filling my nose, goddess it smells like shit.
The air in the room is thick like someone was burning something or someone sprinkled dust in there. I'm trying to make my way around the darkness, but I don't have my night vision. The whole place reeks of fear and pain.
The window suddenly closes, roughly hitting the rails, an indication of the horrible weather. It seems like there is a storm outside. The window panes crash and scatter around, but the sound of the crash lasts only a few seconds, and that's how I can tell there is a deep opening by the window.
Probably a whole.
