She was still alive.
And she was fine.
But there was something wrong.
The bed wasn't hers, the room was dark and the silence bounced off the bare walls.
“The hell am I doing here?” Isadore asked, sitting up on the bed in a tangle of blankets and sheets.
The return to consciousness was not gradual but sudden and decisive.
A moment ago, she was lost in unknown dimensions, floating in distant limbs, and then she felt her consciousness calling her back to the present.
She was still alive, didn't knew how, but she was sure she was and she was fine.
It took only a moment for Isadore to open her eyes and wake up in a room she recognized even without having ever seen it. Because in the darkness that surrounded her, a familiar presence solicited her senses, reawakening the rancor and hatred
