I awake for the second time on a concrete floor. It's brighter now. A single light bulb is strung from the celling like a pendulum. Dangling.
The ground is cold and damp. I stand up, happy my headache has subsided.
Along one side of the brick room is a bunk bed and a nightstand. The beds have thin sheets and look dirty but so does everything in this room. On the nightstand is a wind-up clock.
Along the opposite side of the brick room is a heavy metal door with no handle. It seems it's sole purpose is to taunt me saying, "I got you in here, but I can't get you out."
Between the door and the bed is a toilet and a sink. Dirty as all get out, but at least I have one. Above the sink is a mirror. I stare back at the stranger in it.
I have dark brown hair and dull green eyes, but that's not what I'm focusing on. On my head is a long, blood-stained, white bandage. I lift my hand to where my ears should be, but I hiss back in pain when I touch it. It hurts, to state the obvious.
I'm dressed in a navy blue shirt and gray basketball shorts, very basic.
I run my hand through my dark hair and the stranger in the mirror does the same.
Who am I?
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Who Am I?
Mystery / Thriller*He doesn't know who he is. He wakes up alone with no memory in a concrete cell. His ears have been cut off. When a girl appears in his cell one night, he knows he needs to do something. Escape seems impossible, but... It's the only option...
