The woman is smiling at me, with eyes closed and crouched down to my face. I'm wondering why she is happy like that. While she was happy, I'm scared to death. I can smell the blood on her clothes. My hands

"Where am I?" I asked myself. I can't open my eyes widely and my body is so heavy. I can't even get out of bed. I merely can't remember how I got home. "But, is this my room?" I asked

It was a rainy dark evening. A thin man wearing rugged clothes, with dreadlocks hair, riding on a motorcycle. He is rushing to an abandoned factory without thinking about how dangerous and fatal it would