? pov
I hate it here. This dark room im trapped in. I want to go home. I stand up, but only to fall again since my ankle was sprained. I'm starting to lose my memory. I havent ate for weeks. I hear voices...Russians. I lean my head against the wall of the room as i hear them say something.
i close my eyes tightly as i repeat my name in my head, hoping i dont forget it.
Y/N HOPPER
Y/N HOPPER
Y/N HOPPER
Y/N HO..
Y/N
Y..
Who am I?
