Woke up in some odd, dark place. The stench of fecal matter fills the musky air and grunts of agonizing terror can be heard here. Some loud, droning bass shakes the floor. It’s coming from somewhere outside of this room.
I feel uneasy. I heard another grunt behind me. I’m agitated. I can’t see a damn thing. I think I might have crapped my pants while I was passed out!
I’m not entirely what I should be doing.