Her head began pounding as Gemma looked around to the space around her before learning she had been in a rather precarious situation that belonged in a mafia film and not real life. An abandoned warehouse sat before her, riddled with dust, rodents, and old wooden palettes from whatever this building had been used for before it having been present for whatever situation she found herself within. There had only been a single yet bright lamp set in the far corner that allowed her to understand her surroundings, only gaining a few clues as to where she was-but knowing without a doubt that it was somewhere she didn’t want to be. The scampering feet of nearby rats having scurried across the ground sent chills down her spine as she came to understand the nature of her circumstances as having been
