Lance could still feel the numbness in his head, it was like the same as when he takes his medicine just a bit worst. His vision was still spinning when he opened his eyes, though he knew that he was dizzy, there was also the part that his surrounding rocked not because of his head but because they were actually moving.
The room was dark with a few furniture, it looked more like a mental cell than an actual room, having foamed walls a door that he knew led to the toilet and a bed. What made it different was that the only way out was the door on the ceiling. Lance tried to reach for it but it was too high for him.
“It’s no use Lance, the doors locked from the outside,” a deep voice suddenly said.
It was then that he turned around and was surprised to see that his friend was sitting just
