Greg's POV
When I finally opened my eyes, my head felt like it had been smashed with a brick.
The room was cold and empty, the kind of emptiness that pressed down on you and made you feel small.
I sat up slowly, trying to shake off the dizziness.
The last thing I remembered was Aurora screaming as they tased me. Then nothing.
Now I was here, in this stark, bare room with no windows, no furniture, nothing but four concrete walls and a metal door.
Worry started to creep in. “Aurora,” I whispered to myself, my chest tightening.
She had to be okay. She had to be.
I stood up, swaying slightly, and walked to the door. Then I pounded on it, my fists echoing in the silence. “Hey! Let me out!”
But there was nothing. No one.
I banged harder. “Do you hear me? I need to know what’s going on!
