Draven woke up with a throbbing headache, his eyes blinking and adjusting slowly to the room he found himself in. The dark room had just one light source coming from a lamp, with the sound of crackling fire and a steaming pot. Where on earth was he?
He sprang up, looking around the room. The last thing he remembered was being in the woods and teaching Madeline's rapist a lesson. His eyes squinted, trying to make sense of his surroundings. There was a familiarity to the room, as if he had been there before, but due to his throbbing head, he couldn't quite piece it together.
"Awake?" A female voice alerted him, and suddenly a woman appeared holding a lamp. It was Annabelle, of course, the reason he recognized the room.
"Why am I here?" he gritted his teeth, attempting to get up from the couch but the headache forced him to sit back down. "Argh! What did you do?"
