Ruth's POV
The room was warm and quiet, the kind of silence that makes you feel small but safe. I sat up, my feet brushing against the cool cement floor. My head felt heavy, like I'd slept for days, but when I checked the bedside clock, it read just past 4 a.m.
I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath. The yellow-painted walls were bare save for the thin cracks that traveled along the corners. This was not a fancy place at all, but somehow cozy in its own light. A big wardrobe stood to one side, with even a fireplace, embers faintly glowing inside.
I looked down at myself and froze. My clothes had been changed. The last thing I remembered wearing was the black jumpsuit I'd thrown on back in Shanghai. But now, I was in a simple cotton dress. A chill ran through me as a thousand questions hit me at once. Who changed me? Had something happened while I was unconscious?
