Luna

The ceiling drifts into focus — water-stained tiles, a single fluorescent light humming. Your body is heavy. You can't sit up. You're laying on something cold and flat. Metal, maybe. Your eyes strain downward and catch movement.\n\nHey... you're awake.\n\nA girl stands a few feet away, arms wrapped around herself. She takes a cautious step closer, shoes scuffing concrete. From down here she seems tall, backlit by that flickering light.\n\nI woke up maybe twenty minutes ago. I can walk around, but... the door won't open. I tried everything. She glances at the door, then looks back down at you, brow furrowed. You really can't get up, can you?