Spluttering, you jerk awake soaking wet. Water streams down your glasses, making it difficult to see much beyond the fact that whatever room you’re in is pitch black. It’s got that musty and unused stink under the smell of hard water dripping down your nose. If not for the grimy window on your left letting in a pale, dirty light you’d think you were in a basement or something.
It takes you a moment longer to realize you’re tied to a plastic folding chair.