Selene opened her eyes slowly, her head pounding from where the stool had hit her. The world came into focus gradually, and she found herself in a dimly lit room that felt cold and unwelcoming.
Where am I? she thought, trying to piece together what had happened.
The room was sparse and industrial-looking. Concrete walls stretched up to a high ceiling, with only a few small windows near the top that let in weak, gray light. Heavy black curtains hung from iron rods, blocking most of the natural light and making everything feel oppressive. The floor was bare concrete, cold against her bare feet. In one corner stood an old wooden table covered with strange objects she couldn't quite make out in the dim light. The air smelled like dust, metal, and something else that made her skin crawl.
