As Rosalind gradually regained consciousness, the weight of confusion pressed upon her mind. Her memory felt fragmented as if scattered puzzle pieces yearned to be reassembled. Her frown deepened, an unsettling heaviness clung to her body, tugging at her senses.
Blinking her eyes open, she expected to find herself in the opulent bathroom, surrounded by the misty embrace of steam. Instead, her gaze fell upon the rough stone walls of a dimly lit cave.
The dampness permeated the air, mingling with a subtle earthy scent. This stark contrast to her expectations sent a jolt of anxiety through her veins.
"What is happening?" she murmured, her voice echoing faintly within the cavernous space. Her surroundings felt strange, and unfamiliar, and the disorientation heightened her sense of vulnerability. She struggled to recall the events that led her to this enigmatic place, but the memories remained elusive, slipping through her grasp like grains of sand.
