Katrina.
When my consciousness returned to me, the musty smell of the enclosed space where I was hit me like a punch to the gut. The air was dry and dusty, making my eyelids feel scratchy and my throat parched. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. I blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the haze, but everything remained blurry.
I coughed, trying to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to pause. I took a deep breath, waiting for the room to stop spinning. As my senses slowly returned, I looked around, trying to take in my surroundings. The room was small, with only a tiny window high up on one wall, allowing a sliver of light to enter. A flickering light bulb cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it difficult to see.
