I wake up dazed and bleary. For a second, I thought I was in my house, but that second already passed. I actually don’t know where I am. It’s hard to describe this place I’m in. I don’t know where I am. Everything changes each second I spend looking around. I wobble as I try to right my feet. The ground looks unstable, but it feels sturdy under my shaky feet. Each step I take feels agonizingly slow and heavy. I come across a fork in the road. Both paths look plain and normal, but also deadly and deceiving.
“Who are you?”