Nora's POV
Cold.
My skin felt like it was submerged in ice water as my consciousness slowly climbed back from the chaos.
The air smelled of rust, damp wood, and machine oil. I could even taste dust when I breathed.
It was dark all around, with only a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, flickering and buzzing softly.
"Ugh..."
The pain in my neck lingered after I woke up. I unconsciously rubbed the sore spot before slowly opening my eyes to survey my location.
My palm rested on a rough concrete floor. I was surrounded by high walls, and the windows were near the very top of the three-story-high structure. The only way in or out of this warehouse was a single, tightly locked iron door.
My clothes were still on, but my shoes had been removed. My ankles were shackled with an iron
