Dane's POV
Ahh… my head hurts. Why does everything feel so dark?
Something rough presses against my eyes — a cloth. I try to move, but my wrists won't budge. Rope. I'm tied up.
"Hey! Is someone there? Please—help me!" I shout, but the only reply is my own echo. Silence wraps around me like a nightmare.
I twist and pull, but the ropes only bite deeper into my skin. My body aches, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. What happened?
I try to think—yes, I met Jimmy at the café. After that… I remember walking down the street, and then—
Something hard slammed into my head.
Everything turned black.
Now, a sharp pain throbs at the back of my skull. I think… I'm bleeding. My breathing quickens, the air thick and cold.
"Someone… please," I whisper weakly. My voice cracks.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
I'm still lying on the cold floor, my wrists tied tightly behind me, a cloth covering my eyes.
