My eyes opened. The moonlight breaks through a small window on the wall, painting the room with a thin but visible blue.
My head hurts, I have a terrible headache that makes me feel dizzy, but even though I don't feel so good, I took a look around me wishing to adress where am I and what am I doing here.
It was when I first tried to stand up where I realized that my head wasn't the only thing that caused me pain. An almost instant stabbing torture traveled from my left ankle to my entire body. My ankle's bone was broken.
I can almost see nothing, which is more than what there is in this tiny room. The muddy walls and ceiling are both made of stone just like this cold and lonely floor where I am sitting.
The door in front of me makes the final detail for the complexity of this place, being the only thing that looks like is clean.
There is nothing else to look at, an empty room with nothing more than me and the mud.
While I was thinking about the absence of things of any kind in here, the door started to open.
An old woman wearing a black dress stands on the door frame looking at me with a face of incredulity and surprise, as tears run down her face, she smiled at me.
"I-I cannot believe it...! You are alive!"
I couldn't quite get what she meant, of course I am alive, am I not? Why wouldn't I be? Did something happened to me? What could that be?
A lot of questions ran through my mind in a second, but above all of them only two seemed the most important and relevant:
"Who are you? And, what am I doing in here?"
"..." she remained silent.
"Answer me!" I said frustrated and a little angry because of her silence.
"I-