I woke up in a dark room. I sat up, I was on a fairly comfortable bed, silk pillows, silk sheets. But god, silk sheets never got warm. I slipped above the covers, and paused dead in my movements.
Across the room, near a dresser, was a girl. Ghostly skin, long straight black hair, eyes bloodied and black, a bloody smile stretched too wide on her face, her head tilted slightly to the side. She wore nothing but white bed sheets. She was holding something in her hand. The light glistened on whatever she was holding.
A blade.