My eyes flutter open, and I'm met with an eerie darkness. I'm not in my apartment. I'm not even sure where I am. The air is thick with the smell of dampness and decay. I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my head, making me wince. I'm lying on a cold, concrete floor. I try to remember what happened, but my memories are hazy. The last thing I remember is the girl's frantic warning and the sound of footsteps getting closer. I must have passed out. But how did I end up here? I try to stand up, but my legs feel like jelly. I stumble and fall back down, skinning my knee on the rough floor. As I look around, I realize I'm in some kind of abandoned room. The walls are cracked, and the windows are boarded up. I'm trapped. Panic sets in as I scramble to my feet, my heart racing with every creak and groan of the old building. I stumble towards the door, but it's locked. I'm a prisoner. Suddenly, I hear footsteps outside the room. They're heavy, deliberate footsteps, like someone is trying to make their presence known. My breath catches in my throat as I wait for the door to open. The footsteps stop right outside the door. I can feel a presence on the other side, watching me. Waiting for me. And then, a low, menacing voice speaks, "Welcome to your new home." The voice sends shivers down my spine. I try to respond, but my voice is barely a whisper. "W-who are you?" The voice laughs, a cold, mirthless sound. "You'll find out soon enough." The door creaks open, and a sliver of light cuts through the darkness. I shield my eyes, blinded by the sudden brightness. As my eyes adjust, I see a figure standing in the doorway. It's a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. The same girl who warned me to run. But this time, her eyes are cold, calculating. And she's holding a small device that looks like a phone. But it's not just any phone. It's my phone. The one that's been dead all day. And on the screen, I see a message that makes my blood run cold: "The warehouse. Midnight. You're going to be there." The girl's eyes lock onto mine, and I see a hint of a smile. "You're going to make it to the warehouse, one way or another." And with that, everything goes black again. But just as I'm about to pass out, I hear the sound of the girl's voice, whispering in my ear, "You're not who you think you are..."