My head hurts. I blinked my eyes open with blurry vision and found a dimly lit room in front of me, and I was handcuffed to a chair with my hands and feet tied to an iron chair. And my mouth is plastered! God damn it!
I can't break this iron, of course. Damn Andreas!
This is a detention room consisting of a simple couch and a chair used to bind me. The light is only not so bright from one lamp turned on at the end of the room. It was dark, and no light came in from the window. It's still night. I woke up not long after being attacked. And I should still be in London or the Western Europe area.
Open door. A man turned on the leading light of the room so that it was bright. Andreas!
"Are you awake Anna?" he walked in front of me. Pulled a chair in front of me. He pulled the tape off my mouth.
"Your devil Andreas!" The first thing I did was swear at him. He just smirked.
"Annabelle Sofia Pollux, that must be your name right?"
