Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Perhaps you should’ve listened to your intuition; that gut-dropping sensation you felt when walking into the warehouse and knew it was a trap. Perhaps you should’ve left before it was too late.

It was dark when you woke up; the cold stone walls helping to sooth your pounding head, opposed to the sound of dripping water that echoed throughout the room.

Akutagawa stirs with a grunt somewhere beside you, waking up just seconds after you yet already more alert. “Where the hell are we?”