Alex's eyes flew open as he felt the vertigo of falling, and braced himself with his palms on the ground just in time before he tipped over on the chair he had been sleeping on.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wait... I fell asleep on a chair?</span>he asked himself, thoughts still groggy. He sat up and looked around the room.<span style="font-style: italic">Where the hell am I?</span>he wondered, rubbing his eyes as if to focus in on the unfamiliar setting.<br/><br/>The room was small but high, with a tiny window near the ceiling and only a bed with a chair and desk for furnishing. He could hear ravens cawing and scratching on the roof above. He had definitely never been here before.<br/><br/>"Uh..." Alex said, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. There was no response apart from the birds outside.<br/><br/>He tried to remember the previous night. He wouldn't put it past himself to have drunk himself into a stupor and gone off with someone or wandered off into the woods somewhere, it had happened before. The thing is, he didn't really remember having drank very much. He had been out with a group of friends, celebrating the news that one of them was about to be a father. He remembered drinking a couple of beers, nothing more...<br/><br/>Alex groaned as he began to stretch his body out. Worry hadn't set itself into his mind yet; he was sure that whatever had happened must have been completely innocent. Once his body felt limber and alive, he walked over to the door and tried to turn the knob, to no avail. He was locked inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Weird... haven't been in too many homes with rooms that can be locked from the outside</span>, he thought. He turned back around to face the room and observed it more carefully. There was a radio on the desk, and what looked to be a camera from one of the corners of the room. Alex waved his hands in front of the camera.<br/><br/>"Anyone there?" he asked.<br/><br/>He thought he heard distant banging from somewhere else in the house, along with what could have been muffled screaming. Concern crept into the back of his mind as he grabbed the radio from the table and turned it over. He then walked to the door and began knocking on it with one hand, firmly, as he called out, "Hey, anyone out there?"