A brilliant white light shines through my eyelids.

It's bright. That was the first thing I thought when I woke up. Next, the cold sensation of the floor seeped into my back. I thought I had gone to sleep in my bed yesterday. I wonder if I fell asleep on the floor in a daze, I think as I slowly open my eyes.

I saw multicolored light falling onto the floor. Red, blue, gold. Light like scattered fragments of jewels dimly fills the quiet space.

...Stained glass.

The thought drifted vaguely through my mind. A church, perhaps? At least, it's not my room. With my vision still blurred, I gazed at the sparkling colors. My head feels heavy. Not just because I just woke up. It was a strange sensation, as if a thin mist had settled inside my brain. I tried to slowly push myself up—and the dry sound of metal scraping echoed.

Clink.

Reflexively, I dropped my gaze to my wrists. Silver handcuffs were binding them. My eyes widened involuntarily. I don't understand. When I tried to pull, a dull metallic sound clanked back. It's not a dream. I could clearly feel the coldness of the chain.