Lillian's eyes slowly opened, her head pounding from the lingering effects of the gas.
Her eyes slowly gained focus and she slowly realized where she was. There was a light overheadcasting shadows in the otherwise dark room.
The room smelt of metal and mold, almost as if it hadn't been used in a long while...or even ever.
Her body felt heavy, stiff, and restrained. Panic rose as she looked down at her wrists and realized she was strapped to a chair.
She tried to remember how she got here. She remembered being in the elevator when she was suddenly hit with knock out gas.
She didn't even get the chance to finish her sandwich.
"Where… am I?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.
She suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the darkness, causing her to lift her head until the person stepped into the light.
The person soon stepped into the light, revealing a head full of grey hair, wine colored suit and a cold expression on his face.
