E's POV
When my eyes opened, the first thing I noticed was the cold.
The floor under me was made of stone, rough, uneven, and freezing against my skin. I blinked a few times, trying to focus, but the dim light in the room did little to help, and my vision remained blurred until I forced myself to breathe. Slowly, the room came into view, a small square space, barely big enough for two people to stand in. The walls were dull grey, marked with faint cracks and burn stains. The air smelled like metal, rust, and something stale, something like dust that hadn't been disturbed in years.
It took a few more seconds for the reality to hit me.
I was in a cell, and both my hands were cuffed tightly behind me.
