I blinked as I regained consciousness. Had I hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? The throbbing ache at the back of my skull hinted at a struggle, but my memory was blank, like a torn page from a book.
Slowly, the room came into focus. It was dimly lit, shadows dancing ominously around me. Panic set in as I noticed the cold weight in my hand. A bloody knife. The sight of it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to piece together the fragments of the night, but they slipped through my fingers like sand.
My...