(CHRIS' POV)
I wake up feeling a cold, hard surface beneath me, a far cry from the softness of the inn's bed. My head feels heavy, like it's stuffed with cotton, and it takes me a moment to register that something's terribly wrong. I open my eyes slowly, expecting to see the familiar wooden ceiling of the inn, but instead, I'm greeted by darkness. Panic wells up in my chest as I push myself up to a sitting position. The ground beneath me is rough and unyielding—stone. My fingers trace the floor, confirming the gritty texture that tells me I'm not in the inn anymore.
