Margaret woke up and the pure white light that was flooding in through the curtainless windows immediately hurt her eyes. The room was completely bare, the walls and ceilings were the starkest white. Spots and indents on the floor and the rugs gave the impression that there was once furniture in this room that had since been moved.
After an assessment of the room and the few things that were in it, she realized that she was in one of the rooms in the mansion at Warrington. She only came to that realisation because she recognized the doors. It was the same oak doors that closed off every room at Warrington, with the same design of the Ferguson family crest engraved into it.
Something tugged at her arms when she tried to sit up. She looked behind her and saw that her wrists were bound to
