The second I woke I felt out of place.
The lighting was different, brighter. The bed, too soft, comfortable.
I jumped out of bed, my bare feet touching the ground, warm wooden planks, the walls around me, the ceiling, all wood. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air.
'This is not my house'.
I examined my body. No bind marks, my memory wasn't foggy. I remember going straight to bed after my mum healed me, I was still shirtless and in my pajama pants.
But now I was here.
I looked around, searching for every possible exit, there were only two doors and a window.
The window, it was the easiest and safest way to get information.
I practically ran to it.
I froze, my eyes widening, my breath hanging in my lungs.
The earth was red, soaked blood red, stretching in all directions, thriving with plant life, with twisting vines and giant mushrooms growing among the shrubs and trees.
All together it was a mix of red, greens and blues and yet it was mystical. Beautiful. It..... could not be real.
"I'm dreaming." I played with the word on my lips.
'This isn't real; Firstly, it was winter season and yet the atmosphere was bright without a touch of winter feel.
Secondly, the room was all wood but instead it smelt like a flower garden.'
I walked slowly to one of the doors, opening it slowly, ready to close it back at any slight moment.
Peeking out of the small opening I made, I saw another room...., this time a parlor.
I walked in, the parlor was homely but yet it didn't feel like it was made to suit a particularly person, it was heavily impersonal and also, everything was wood just like the bedroom.
Two more doors and a window greeted me.
I took in a deep breath making me realise, the room's only window was closed and yet it was so well ventilated...
I went back to the bedroom, and closed the door behind me, falling into the bed to sleep.
When next I wake it would be on my real bed in my room.
........
I stood immediately.
I didn't know this place.
They didn't bind me.
They were ether confident in what they knew about me, or they knew too little.
Either way worked for me.
I searched all the rooms, the place was a luxury home, too excessive.
A bathroom, fully stocked with more than a person could ever need connected to the bedroom.
The living room had a kitchen attached to it, one that was filled with all sorts of food.
The owner certainly has money, too much of it.
The only thing that could match that is their terrible taste, kidnapping aside, who makes a house completely out of wood.
And that smell..., flowers?
I picked up three knives from the kitchen, hiding them on my person.
One; in the inner pocket of my shirt, a pocket I made for myself.
Two; in my trouser pocket.
Three; in my hand, to open up some canned food that I took.
They didn't taste good but it was edible and I was a bad cook, I took two cans, one in my hand, the other pressed against my body as I walked towards the window.
I stared for a while, taking in the scene of red earth and plants.
The outside looked poisoned or mutated.
'Am I in the right region?' I thought to myself, I've heard that some regions are weird but blood red earth?, giant mushrooms?
"Well that's special" turning away from the window I finished my canned food and left the room.
The room led out to a large hallway—fully wooden too, with many doors lining both sides, I tried to open each one but they were all impossible to open, well I could always kick it down, but that benefits no one.
If these people wanted something from me they were very bad at telling me what it was.
Soon enough the hallway opened up to a dining room, there I saw a man sitting calmly, eating.
He was bald headed and built like a wall.
He didn't notice me, seemingly focused on his food.
I threw the knife in my hand.
It landed on the table, right beside his plate, skidding off the table instead of stabbing into it.
The bald man didn't flinch, he only raised his head, meeting my eyes.
'Weird how it didn't stick, but now I've got his attention'.
I took a bow, bending low and stretching my hands out while making sure the knife in my shirt pocket didn't show.
"I'm Cadavir" I paused, raising my head to keep eye contact "at your service.".