Trickles of water fell from the rusty pipes installed on the walls to the dust-covered floor, the mixture made the scent of wet sand which smelt like rain, the odor filled much of the room until it reached an unconscious Donnatielo, wrinkling his nose, the familiar scent brought him ever so slowly back to the world of the living.
As his consciousness returned to him, so did the pain acquired from a gunshot to the chest, through his blurry eyes, he was able to attain the knowledge of being in some sort of warehouse, as his vision cleared, it was confirmed. The room was large and unkempt, rats scurried around the floor, broken bulbs flickered and rust was no stranger to every piece of metal, especially the chair he was seated on, moreover, the ground beneath was stained with dry blood.
Jer
