It was an odd day… one of those days when you roll off your slab and know that today… today, is different.
The air is ominous and still around you, and the bitter chill heightens your awareness that, at some point in the last night everything went awfully, horribly wrong.
The fog is thick and dark; it makes your chest heave as you attempt to draw in a breath.
But how… how could it be foggy indoors? At least you think you might be indoors. There are no lights, nor sounds to hint at your location. And the slab you so gracefully fell from could simply be a flattened stone or hill.
You grope blindly around you, searching for anything, any minute and miniscule detail as to what has happened, how you got here, and why… are your clothes so… different.