Uncanny Valley

1

       I woke up with a bruise on my shoulder and a bad taste in my mouth. I didn't know where but at least I know who I am. At least I think I do. At 21 I can handle a measly bruise, but I have no recollection of how it got there. Whoever did it must have been gone by now, because my shoulder is patched up and I'm in a bed.
   I decide to look around so I can get back to my crappy apartment in Chicago, not that I want to back, but it's better than this place because it has a sort of trafficking vibe to it and I feel like I've been kidnapped. As I approached the door of this spacious bedroom, the glass doorknob turns on its own. I let out a gasp not fit for my age. The figure before me was the last person I would have expected.

(A/N I have never written a story before. Should I continue this one? Give me pointers if there are any mistakes. Thanks for reading!✨⭐)