The silence of the night pressed down like a heavy blanket. Leonard stirred, his lashes fluttering open, only to be met with darkness broken by the faint glow of a lone lamp in the corner. His body felt weighted, his head sluggish, like he was emerging from the depths of deep water. For a long moment, he lay there, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling, his thoughts scattered fragments trying to align into something coherent.
Where… was he?
The walls were painted a soft, pale hue, nothing like the darker tones of his own apartment. A subtle fragrance lingered in the air, clean, warm, faintly floral. He struggled to sit up, his limbs uncooperative, heavy as lead. With effort, he pushed himself upright, resting on the edge of the bed, his breath uneven. Slowly, memory trickled back: sitting in front of Katherine's apartment door, exhaustion pulling at him until the world went black.
His brows furrowed. Then how… did I get here?
