When I woke up, it was not in my usual bed. My arms hurt and my head felt slightly groggy and heavy. It felt like I was hungover, but I knew I had drunk nothing the night before. Opening my eyes, I squinted at the light shining through the gaps in the building’s wood I was in. This place was ancient, I thought. I tried to bring my arms to my sides, but froze when I realized something was bounding my wrists. I could hear the heavy fall of rain outside, hitting the building and leaking through some cracks where it dropped to puddles on the floor. Where am I?
Opening my eyes, I tried to peer into the darkened room before almost letting out a scream. Figures in black cloaks, their faces hidden by hoods, surrounded me. I was lying atop a raised altar of sorts, in the middle of what looked li
