The room was dark and cold. The walls were made of concrete and the air smelled damp and old. Evelyn opened her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding and her hands were tied tightly behind her back.
She tried to sit up after been released on the floor but winced in pain. Her shoulder ached from where they had thrown her onto the floor.
She blinked a few times, trying to remember what happened. One moment she was sneaking through the alley and the next, someone had grabbed her from behind. Shot her and then nothing.
Now, she was here. Alone.
"Where am I?" she whispered, her voice dry and cracked.
A metal door creaked open, and light spilled into the room. Evelyn squinted. The man stepped in again, followed by a woman with sharp eyes.
"You're back to your senses," the man said, his voice
