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I wake up with a start, my mind clouded by confusion. I blink and scan the unfamiliar room around me. This isn't my bedroom. My heart races as I wonder where Ash is. I quickly get out of bed and make my way downstairs, the soft creaking of the steps echoing my unease.

As I reach the bottom, the scent of breakfast fills the air. I see a man and a young girl, likely in their 40s and 13 respectively, sitting at the dining table and eating. The sight of them only adds to my bewilderment.

"Where am I?" I ask, my voice shaky. They both turn to face me, their expressions a mix of surprise and confusion.

"What do you mean, 'where am I?'" the man asks, clearly puzzled.

"Are you okay? Last night, you weren't acting this weird," the girl chimes in, her concern evident.

I snap my attention to her, the question pressing on my mind. "What was I doing last night?" I ask urgently.

She looks at me as if the answer should be obvious. "You were watching TV."

"Watching TV?" I repeat, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory.

She nods, adding, "You were watching 'Euphoria.'"