.Living the Good Life.

.Prologue.

I remember waking up in a dark, red- lit room. Instantly the stench of bleach filled my nostrils while the rope around my wrists hung me from the wall. By the look of the floors and walls around me I was most likely in a tenement hall, an abandoned one at that. At this point, keeping my eyes wide and awake seemed like the hardest task to complete. I slowly drifted back into a dark sleep.