As Ethan slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbed with a dull ache trying to understand what happened to him. At that moment his eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dim light.
The first thing he noticed was the musty smell of old wood and dust, filling his nostrils and making him want to sneeze.
At that moment he tried to move, but his body felt heavy and sluggish.
It took him a moment to realize that he was sitting in a chair, his arms and legs bound tightly with rough ropes that chafed against his skin.
Ethan couldn't help but blinked a few times, his vision gradually coming into focus.
Then he discovered he was in a large, empty space with high ceilings and bare walls. It looked like an abandoned warehouse of some sort.
As he gazed around, a sense of unease crept over him.
He wasn't alone.
Surrounding him in a loose circle were more than a dozen figures, their faces weren't hidden.
