Crow

A middle-aged man, standing six feet tall, rose up. He was covered in his own thick hair and a white pair of undergarments. He saw white walls around him stained with grease and blood; he saw scratch marks on the white paint. He saw a mattress on the metallic bed frame and handcuffs on the bed's leg. He saw a burning light coming from one bulb hanging from the ceiling. He saw a huge metallic door in front of him. And he shivered from the cold.
He could not remember his own name.