Waking up in a white room, the bright light blinds me. I moan, but then my eyes adjust, and I praise that my eyes don't have to strain to see anything.
I try to move to look at my surroundings, but I can't. I feel like I'm moving, but I'm not leaving my place. All I can see is a metal ceiling. Where am I? Nothing comes to mind of the past. I'm stuck in the present.
Suddenly, my body lunges forward and I let out a small squeal.
"She's awake!" a man's voice says as more and more of my surroundings comes into view. The moving stops, and I feel nauseous. A man pops out of the shadows. He has sandy blonde hair and freckles with a tan.
Where am I?
