Summary's POV
I called out into the darkness, "Who's there?" but got no response. I frowned, listening carefully, but after a while of hearing nothing, I figured I was imagining things. Shaking off the unease, I decided to search for a lamp, a curtain, or at least a light switch.
After a bit of fumbling, my hand landed on a switch. I turned it on immediately, and the sudden brightness made me shut my eyes. Blinking a few times, I slowly adjusted and took in my surroundings.
"Where the hell am I?" I muttered, scanning the unfamiliar room.
A massive queen-sized bed sat in the center, a single chair a few steps beside it. A flat-screen TV, two speakers, and a fire stand filled the space, making the room feel both luxurious and suffocating. Panic started creeping in.
Did I… hook up with some rich guy? No, that wasn't possible. The last thing I remembered was leaving the party and hedding home late at night and….and that was when the accident happened. "Fuck, I think I'm dead."
