There were three things that Carlos noticed once he regained consciousness. He was hungry, disoriented and unable to move. A loud and incessant snoring rang in his ears.
He was lying on a cold stone floor in a very awkward position. His arms were beneath his chest uncomfortably and for some reason he was unable to open his eyes. They were glued shut no matter how hard he tried.
His legs weren't responding either, so he lay there for who knows how long listening to that God awful noise.
Then suddenly the snoring stopped, as if the person making it had jolted awake. He heard a loud yawn. Whoever it was had just had one hell of a nap. Meanwhile Carlos had been paralyzed, unable to move or see.
"Oh, you're awake?" a voice boomed abruptly, startling him. "Forgive me, I had forgotten you existed. I'll let you go now."
Carlos felt his body relax, as if a weight that had been placed on him was finally lifted. He opened his eyes, the blurry outline of the floor being the only thing he was able to see. That meant his glasses were missing. He instinctively started feeling around for them but couldn't feel anything but rock.
Wait…. glasses? Had he worn glasses? He couldn't remember. It would probably come to him in a little while. To think of it, where was he? Carlos couldn't remember anything.
He heard footsteps coming towards him and managed to shakily rise to a kneeling position. His legs didn't seem to have the strength to lift him further.
There was a blob coming towards him. It seemed to have come from a tall block at the other end of the room.
He squinted. It was a chair, not a block. And the blob was a person, likely the one who had spoken before. He couldn't see anybody else so it had to be the same one.
As the person approached closer, fear crawled up Carlos' spine. He was slowly beginning to realize that he was in an unknown room, with an unknown person and no clue as to how he got here.
"W-who are you?" he stuttered, bottom lip trembling. His throat was raw and dry from dehydration. Just how long had he been unconscious for? "Where am I and why did you bring me here? Are you a kidnapper?" The person said nothing, only walking forward. He couldn't make out what sort of expression they were making.
Panic swelled through his chest, taking hold of every inch of him and making him unable to think rationally. He couldn't remember his age or how he looked. Did he have family or was he alone? Who was he before he came here? Where did he come from? Breathing became difficult and the words frantically poured out of him, "Answer me! Who are you and why did you bring me here?!"
The person was close enough for him to see their face. It was a youthful, boyish face with a sharp chin. The eyes were mischievous and glimmering with amusement, as if Carlos was performing his favorite play. A gleeful smile haunted his face, giving his overall innocent features a more sinister look.
Soon enough, he was standing over him. Carlos felt like he was paralyzed once more, unable to blink or breathe. The echoing silence was so loud that a pin could drop and Carlos would die of a heart attack.
"Brought you here? Oh no no my dear! You came to me," the person crouched and grabbed his chin, pulling his face closer. "As to why you're here, don't you remember?" His smile grew wider.
"You died."