Dawn's POV
My eyes opened to a dim room, I stared quietly at the ceiling above me. The roof looked familiar, the wooden panels having the same soft lines I had memorized once before. I left out a soft sigh as I sat up carefully. I looked around again, and thats when I finally acknowledged where I was.
I was in Wayne’s room.
The realization made me begin to think of different possibilities. I didn’t expect to find myself here again, not after everything that had happened, not after all the pain tied to this place. I turned my head slightly, and my eyes stopped on the chains beside the bed. They still hung from the bed, but this time… there were traces of dried blood on them. The sight made me feel like something was lodged into my throat. I didn’t want to think about what happened here,
