DAMON~
The faint sound of metal clanking, the mumbled sounds of people talking, the cold iron of the chains that were wrapped around me, my vision was slowly clearing as I looked around the environment I was currently in, large cargo containers filled the room, stacked on top each other and spread through the space, it looked like a wheelhouse, with people sitting and standing on the metal railings that held up the roof of the building, their eyes fixed on me who was chained to a chair in the center of the wheelhouse.
"Carlos," I called out weakly, he was chained too, his back against mine but his head was still slumped forward, he hadn't woken up.
"Wow, you're already awake." The man who shot me said, I looked in the direction of the voice and saw him sitting on top of a red container a few meters away from me, with brown scattered dreaded hair, dark chocolate skin, faded brown eyes, and a faint mustache that still somehow manage to cover his pink lips.
