Abbadon's Lair: Never Trust a Charming Man in a Pin-Striped Suit.

I pulled myself off of the cold floor realizing that my legs were still too weak, so I crumpled back down on the cold concrete. ''Shit,'' I muttered to myself. I tried to stand again, this time succeeding. I noticed a door out of the corner of my left eye, so I decided to try my luck. Locked. I searched the small room, trying to find clues to my whereabouts, or even how I got here in the first place. After pacing around this small, cold room for what seemed like hours, I began to question myself more. Why was I here? What the hell happened? I hungered desperately to find these answers. I couldn't even remember my own name. I tried to remember even the smallest details about my life prior to being enclosed in here, but for some reason, I could not recall a single memory. All I knew was that I was trapped, and I wanted my freedom.