23She heard humming.
No, it was chanting. Low and melodic.
It wasn't English, and though it sounded familiar, she couldn't decipher it.
She smelled burning. Candles and incense.
Her body ached, and she wondered if her collision had broken anything vital to her existence. The surface she laid on was softer than the floor, so at some point she was moved.
Attempting a deep breath in, she coughed as her lungs revolted, but not enough to cause concern. At least she could breathe.
Still, her head pounded, but was it due to a concussion or the incense?
Only when she tried to move her hand to rub her temple did she feel the cold bit of hard metal wrapped around her wrists. Panicked, she quickly opened her eyes and looked up. Her fears were confirmed as both wrists were shackled above her he
